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Sex Tutor II

Summary: It feels like you and Harry are looking for different things. You aren't cut out for casual and Harry doesn't have time to focus on a relationship. But feelings are complicated and Harry doesn't even know what he wants until he realizes he can't stop thinking about you.

A/N: Here she is! The final part! I hope y'all enjoy! Part I Here

Word Count: 13.375

Warning: smut, angst, fluff, praise kink, size kink (kind of)

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It was another round of disappointment with Gunther after the 2nd time. Not only because he was so unenthusiastic and he wouldn’t return the favor (still), but because you really couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. About how good it had been with him.

As you were going down on Gunther you kept sucking him in and it just didn’t feel the same. He smelled different, and not necessarily bad but it wasn’t as pleasant as it could have been. He’d definitely sprayed some kind of cologne on and you could taste the bitterness of it on your tongue. And he was kind of rough with you. Pressed the back of your head down and grunted once or twice. You even attempted to run your finger over the spot Harry showed you and he got all squicked out by it thinking you were trying to put it in his butthole. And that reaction had totally ruined the moment for you.

Just like the first time, you left his dorm and walked back to yours alone in the dark with nothing but your thoughts and a touch of disgust. You considered reaching out to Harry. He did mention to you that you could call him anytime. And you were left fully unsatisfied by Gunther. There was no part of you that didn’t believe Harry could satisfy you every which way.

You figured you’d call it quits with Gunther after that and maybe you’d contact Harry again. But to your surprise, he contacted you first.

H: How did it go with Gunther?

You were working on a paper at your desk when you saw his message. Of course, you stopped everything to respond.

Not great. He did cum, though. So I guess that’s good! lol

H: Did you also cum?

You swallowed and bit your lip as you felt your cheeks heat up at that question.

No.

It took a bit for him to respond. You weren’t sure if he was in the middle of something or if he didn’t have anything more to say, or maybe it was that he was thinking of how to word his response. And by then you had a hard time getting back into working on your paper so you called it quits for the day and decided to shower.

You kept wondering what was on Harry’s mind. Wondered if you should follow up with him. Ask him to see you again. And when you got out of your shower you had planned out a whole message to type out to him. You’d ask him for another lesson and see if he had any time. You’d be kind of putting yourself out there but Harry had been so nice and it was so good with him you hadn’t stopped thinking about that night.

But there was already a message from Harry waiting for you when you picked up your phone.

H: I think you should come over again. You didn’t get what you needed from him and I’ll happily make up for it. Show you what it’s supposed to be like.

You laid your phone down on your sink counter and grinned, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Because yes! Yes, you’d go to his and let him take care of you. God, you’d love to give him another blow job too.

Only if you want. When were you thinking?

His response came faster than you expected.

H: Are you free tonight? Say 6 or so?

You weren’t technically free. You needed to finish your paper but fuck it. Harry would be worth a rushed final product.

That works for me : )

You met him at Maud’s like the first time. Only this time you bought his tea and a sandwich for him. He told you it wasn’t necessary but you felt like it was the least you could do. You walked back to his apartment together and told him about your paper that was due and he talked about his thesis. Harry was an interesting person. He wasn’t just eye candy, he had real depth. And he was kind.

“So why don’t you have a T.V.?” You asked as you sat on his couch and he plopped down next to you, drawing his arm over your shoulder.

“No time really. I’m telling you, I am almost always studying and doing coursework. Used to have one but it was too much of a distraction.”

You laughed, “And this isn’t a distraction?” You motioned your hand between yourself and Harry.

He shifted his seating and his hand moved from your shoulder to the side of your neck as he gently pulled at you, “Oh it’s a distraction all right. But this is the kind that’s worth it. Television has never been worth missing out on a good study sesh,” he laughed and you laid your palm on his chest.

“Well, I hope it’s worth it. Don’t feel like I’m all that amazing. Kind of ju–“

Your words were abruptly cut off with his mouth over yours. You let out a surprised squeak and Harry laughed against your lips, “Sorry… just want you, Y/n…”

You were a goner. You had never felt so sexy in your life as in that moment. Harry seemed quite ravenous and you didn’t know if it was because he was just horny in general or if it was because of you but the way he was licking at your mouth and touching your hip and moaning it felt a lot like he was simply into you. At least that’s what you were going to believe.

He got you into his bed again, your pants and sweater on the floor as he kissed your tummy. Your head was spinning, “Your lesson today,” he spoke between soft pecks over your skin, “Is to see how special you are. How you deserve to feel good. To be with someone who’s going to worship you…”

He hadn’t even touched your clit and it was already throbbing under your cotton panties. The man knew just what to say and you couldn’t help but melt into his mattress and moan his name.

You didn’t have much experience. But you knew one thing and that was that Harry was really really good. He pulled an orgasm from you like an expert, fingers tucked deep into your pussy with his tongue and lips sliding expertly over your sensitive clit. You could hardly even remember getting your clothes off but you didn’t forget his words as he pushed your thighs apart and nosed at your pussy, “So sweet, honey,” he looked up at you, “Can I call you honey?”

Honey. You didn’t mind. Of course not. He could call you whatever he wanted.

And when you finally came down from your orgasm, you shivered as he kept sucking on your clit. You tried pushing at his forehead and he hardly budged as he lifted his mouth from your pussy, “Relax. One more okay? Give me one more, honey?”

Fuck. You were not sure how you were going to survive this man.

When you were panting and sweating after your second orgasm Harry laid next to you and kissed your neck and told you how sweet and perfect you were. You tried returning the favor but he just shook his head and pulled your hand away from his obvious erection to kiss your knuckles, “This wasn’t about me tonight. Just for you, okay? I’m fine. Took care of myself before you came over anyway.”

“But you’re hard…”

“And I promise you that I’m fine. You deserve to be taken care of, Y/n. Don’t like how you’ve been neglected. Want you to just get what you need tonight.”

You stayed at Harry’s for another couple of hours. Just talking and laughing. It was like you two had always known one another. You learned a little about his childhood and you told him about yours. He was sweet and easy to talk to and you loved how he kept holding your hand and pinching your bottom lip as you’d talk. And when it was time to go he called you an Uber again, to which you protested, telling him that was unnecessary.

“It’s absolutely necessary. Don’t want anything to happen to you and this way I can watch the route and make sure you get where you need to go.”

It was like you were another person for the next week and a half. You were feeling quite confident and you ignored Gunther’s text to “hang out”. Harry made you feel like you deserved more. Even if you’d never have anything serious with Harry, he sure made you feel special.

But one night when you and your roommate were hanging out at a sorority house, you overheard something that made your stomach turn.

“You stayed the whole night?”

“Yep. He asked me to. Fucked me so good I almost couldn’t walk and he’s just so nice… I kind of thought he’d have me leave but he said he wanted to make sure I was okay.”

“What’s he like?”

“Well, everything about him is just…” the girl grinned and bit her lip with that dreamy, faraway look in her eye, “He’s so hot up close too. His body… holy shit, you should see this man’s body! But his dick… when I felt that thing inside of me, I was a dickmatized. He’s big and it’s just… perfect. But it’s not just that he’s got a big cock, he’s like… super nice and just knows how to orchestrate the whole experience. Talked me through it all, it was so sexy, and he knows what he’s doing.”

“And you’re gonna ask for another session?”

The girl nods, “Oh yeah. I already did. Well, the morning when I left he fucked me again and then ate me out and told me to call him if I ever needed anything. So I obviously called him…”

Harry wasn’t your boyfriend. He was a single man who had a reputation. He was known for this very thing. So why did it bother you? Why did it make you feel nauseated and jealous? You didn’t even get to have full-on sex with him. It was just oral sex both times, but it felt like you missed out in a way, not having the opportunity to have him like that. But perhaps it was better that you hadn’t had actual sex. Because your wandering thoughts and feelings were betraying your good senses. Images in your brain of you and Harry being a couple were silly. That was never going to happen. Maybe continuing to see Harry would be a bad idea after all. You were already feeling things for him that you shouldn’t be.

And, so, when Gunther called you again the day after you heard that story you decided to answer the call and give him yet another chance. He asked for another “date”. But this time you told him you wanted to actually go out somewhere first. Like on a real date. Maybe a change of scenery would be nice. Maybe the third time would be the charm, as they say. Perhaps if you gave him one more shot he’d redeem himself. Maybe you’d finally get what you were looking for all along.

So there you both were on a Saturday night at the bar with house music playing. You were readying yourself for another round of disappointment and being left unsatisfied when he refused to dance with you. The bar you two had gone to had a DJ every Saturday night and you thought it could be fun to have a couple of drinks, eat some bar food, and dance a bit. But Gunther didn’t want to get up off his stool and he went way beyond just a couple of drinks. You weren’t sure how many he had at that point but it had become clear that he just wanted to drink and get back to his room so he could get his dick sucked and send you on your way.

This time, however, there would be no blow job. You had already decided on Ubering back to your dorm alone afterward. You just had to figure out how to break it to Gunther first.

.           .

Harry had been wondering about you since the last time he saw you. The nervous pretty girl who wound up being quite the breath of fresh air for him. He didn’t expect you to call him for another session but he kind of hoped you would. Or at least just a text to hang out. The last night he had you at his place he felt like you were an old friend. A hot friend who he wanted to bang, but a friend, someone he felt comfortable with who he could talk to all night. He was surprised at how easily the conversation flowed with you. And so it was kind of disappointing when you didn’t reach out to him again. He felt like maybe you weren’t that into him.

He even wound up having to cancel on someone he’d made plans with. He wasn’t sure he was ready to look at anyone else naked. He needed time to get his head on straight. Which just meant he was concerned he’d be thinking about you while he was with someone else. And that was something he refused to do with anyone; think about one person while being with another.

And now it was almost two weeks later and he was still thinking about you. Kept wanting to text you to ask how you were. To see if you wanted to just hang out. He figured if you wanted more you’d reach out. He didn’t want to assume you felt whatever it was he felt. He wasn’t even quite sure what he was feeling.

So when his friend invited him to go out for a few drinks he thought it would be a good opportunity to get his mind off of you so he decided why not? He didn’t often go out to drink. He didn’t have time for it, truth be told. But his buddy wanted to celebrate landing a big job and Harry said he could only hang out for a couple of hours because he had to be up early the following morning to study but he could use a couple of hours away from schoolwork to let loose a bit.

The bar was packed and the room was loud with music and an open dancefloor where people were dancing and flirting. He figured he’d go out and dance for a song or two after a couple of beers and then call it a night. As he was on his second pint he gazed around at the tables with girls in their short dresses and guys trying their hardest to impress and that’s when he spotted you. He felt his heart float up into his throat and then he narrowed in his sight to see who you were with. Gunther.

Harry had looked up this Gunther guy. He was easy to find. He was following you on Instagram and being that there weren’t many called Gunther he knew right away it was him. Why did he look him up? It was just another thing that had Harry a bit perplexed. Being someone on the path to becoming a sex therapist, one would think Harry had more of an idea of what was going on in his own head. But maybe it was more just a matter of whether or not he was ready to admit what he was feeling.

You appeared bored. Annoyed maybe. You had your chin propped in your hand and you were swirling your drink with a straw. Your eyes were focused on the dance floor and Gunther was looking a bit tipsy. He was staring at his phone. If Harry were there with you he’d have his whole attention on you. He wouldn’t even be thinking about his phone. Hell, he had his whole attention on you now and he wasn’t even there with you.

He wondered what it was you saw in Gunther. He knew the man wasn’t doing it for you. He could just see it in your posture. If you had been well fucked, or at least satisfied on some level, and given the attention you deserved your demeanor would have been different. Harry could do that for you. He’d seen how you responded to a good orgasm and how relaxed and confident you got when you were satisfied.

When he saw you sip the last of your drink and say something to your date, who didn’t even so much as give you a glance, you got up and made your way to the dancefloor when the new song came on.

Watching you sway and dance alone had Harry’s heart rhythm increasing. Your dress was riding up your legs and you had your arms raised and your eyes closed. It was clear you were just trying to enjoy your time whether or not Gunther was. He was glad you were dancing and doing your own thing.

“Who’s the girl?” Harry’s friend asked as two more guys joined them at the table.

“Y/n. A friend.”

“I bet. You gonna go be her friend again tonight?” Paul’s elbow teasingly poked at Harry’s arm.

Harry nodded, “You know what? Maybe I will. Looks like she could use some company.”

Leaving his beer behind at the table with his mates Harry scanned his eyes back towards Gunther who was still enmeshed in whatever was on his cell phone’s screen. He couldn’t believe the guy wasn’t watching you dance. You were a sight.

Harry wound his way through the crowd before he got close enough that he could get your attention. But your eyes were still closed as you sensually moved your hips and swayed to the beat. He began to dance, only a few feet in front of you as he watched you move and feel the music. He stepped in closer, glimpsing down over the skin on your neck and up to how your lips were slightly parted, a bit of sweat building at your brow line.

And when you finally opened your eyes to see the very man you’d had on your mind it came as quite the surprise. You blinked your lashes at him as he grinned down at you, “Harry?”

Your smile stretched over your face as you continued letting the music guide your movements and he took your hand, gently pulling you closer to breach the space between you, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you gazed up at him like you were in a dream. Was he really here? “What are you doing here?”

He laughed and moved his hand to your hip, “Came out with some friends,” he glanced toward the table where Gunther was still laser-focused on his phone, “I see you’ve come with someone as well.”

You followed his gaze and then looked back up at him, “Yeah. Was trying to give him one more shot.”

Harry’s big hand had a firm grip on your hip as you both moved away from the sight of Gunther, still dancing, “One more shot? You think he’s worth it?”

Shaking your head you laid your palm over his chest, “I don’t know. Just wanted to see.”

Harry let out a laugh and shook his head, “You think he’s gonna satisfy you? Or you think you’ll be left wanting once again?”

You felt your face warm up as you shook your head no and shrugged.

“Then why are you here with him, Y/n?”

You shrugged again and looked down at the collar of his shirt, “Just wanted to see if a night out would make it better.”

Harry pulled his free hand around the back of your hip and ducked his head down to your line of sight, “And look at him over there. Not paying you the attention you deserve. If it were me I’d be out here dancing with you and showing you off to everyone.”

You laughed, that smile he was searching for back on your face again, “You are technically out here dancing with me.”

“See? I say what I mean. You’re too special to waste your night with him. You planning on leaving here with him after?”

“Don’t think so. I mean look at him… he doesn’t care if I’m here or not. He probably just wants his blow job and he’s suffering through all this just to get his balls drained,” you laughed and covered your mouth with your free hand. You didn’t know what’d gotten into you saying that but you didn’t regret it when Harry let out a loud guffaw.

“It’s cause you’re so good, Y/n,” Harry ran his hand up your spine to wrap his fingers along the back of your neck, and he ducked his mouth close to your ear to speak, “You know that right? How good you are? Got me all flustered right now thinking about it. Don’t go back with him. He’s not worth it.”

Your eyes fluttered when you felt his warm breath on your ear and down your neck. You loved what he was saying to you but you also knew he was probably just being nice. Like he was to everyone. Like he had been to that girl he let stay over after you. While you were pining over him he was fucking another.

Not that you had any right to be jealous. There were no strings in this relationship.

“I think I’ll just get an Uber back to my place. That’s what I was planning anyway,” you turned in to respond to him.

Harry moved you to the rhythm slowly and the feel of his hands on you was exciting. But you didn’t want to get caught up in how it all felt because you knew you’d just get attached to him. He was so nice and so good and being with him had you feeling like you were special to him. Though, you knew the truth. You were just like everyone else.

Except that every time you looked into his eyes it was deep and there was a well of emotion or something that couldn’t just mean nothing. But maybe that was just you being the silly optimist that you were.

“Can’t believe he didn’t give you anything,” his gaze seared over your face, “Can’t believe he wouldn’t want to.”

You felt his hand gently squeeze the back of your neck and his heart was pumping healthily under your palm. He ducked down again, his voice vibrating off the shell of your ear and the heat of his body enveloping yours, “He’s missing out because you’re so sweet. Feel lucky I got to taste you and he never has. Might sound selfish but I hope you don’t let him.”

You panted when his lips grazed over your earlobe and then he planted a hot kiss to the skin just underneath, “Let me have you again. Come back to mine and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. Want to taste you and feel, Y/n. Missed you…”

Your brain was blurry as he smudged his lips down your neck. Your skin pricked in delight at the cool air that hit every damp spot left behind by his mouth.

“What the fuck?”

Your little bubble burst when you heard Gunther’s voice. Harry kept his arm around your low back, continuing to hold you close.

“Dude… what is this?”

“It’s… Gunther this is Har–“

“I don’t care who he is. Why is he dancing with you and kissing you?”

“That’s a good question,” Harry responded, “You should have been out here with her but you were too interested in your phone to notice that someone else was enjoying her company and paying attention to her like she deserves.”

Gunther laughed and stumbled forward, trying to pry Harry’s hand from your waist, “Come on…”

“Go home, Gunther,” Harry moved you behind his back and stood tall to look down on your date.

Gunther looked at you, dumbfounded, “Is this guy for real?”

You nodded and grabbed onto Harry’s arm, “Yeah. You should leave and get some rest. I think you’ve had too much to drink. I’m sorry–“

“Don’t apologize to him. He should have been acting like your date.”

“So, you’re not coming back to my room with me? My roommate’s out all night, Y/n…”

Shaking your head you stepped next to Harry, “No. I’m not. I think I’m just gonna go home myself–“

Harry looked down at you, “You sure you want to go home?”

“Fine. This was a lame date, anyway,” Gunther laughed and pointed at you, “Don’t call me again.”

Rolling your eyes as your date walked off you looked back up at Harry who was still looking down at you with a confused expression, “You really don’t want to come with me?”

You swallowed and let go of his arm, “It’s not that… It’s just kind of complicated and a mess of things I don’t want to explain…”

Harry took your hand, “Try me.”

You shook your head as you both moved away from the crowd of swaying bodies, “This isn’t a therapy session, Harry. I have real feelings and I’m not cut out for casual like some people.”

He followed you toward your table where you had left your purse. You wanted to make sure you got it before anyone else did.

“What does that mean, Y/n? Talk to me.”

When you pulled your purse over your shoulder you shrugged as you looked up at him, “Come on Harry. You know what I mean. You and I are in different leagues. You are having fun and sleeping with all these people, which you’re totally allowed to do! And I barely have any experience and was even so desperate that I went out with Gunther again in hopes of some kind of connection–“

“Hey,” Harry softly grabbed your face and let the pads of his thumbs graze over your cheekbones, “You and me have a connection. And there are no leagues, Y/n… that’s something made up.”

You puffed out a laugh but you really wanted to melt into him, at his soft touch, “But we’re looking for different things, Harry. And that’s fine, really… I should go…” You began to walk toward the exit and Harry followed you out the doors.

The silence and the darkness outside were only tempered by the streetlights with the noise of a car passing and the bass of the music coming from inside the bar you’d just walked out of.

“I hope you don’t think I took your company for granted, Y/n. I really, genuinely like you. Haven’t stopped thinking about you since our last night together.”

You nodded with a faint smile, “That’s nice to hear. I know you’re a super nice guy, Harry. And I hope this doesn’t sound rude or anything… but it’s just hard for me to really believe you were thinking much of me afterward. I imagine you stay booked and busy.”

Harry’s brows stitched together, “Booked and busy? I don’t just have lots of girls over all the time, Y/n. I am a busy man though. I’m in my coursework program and working on my thesis. I’m not just fucking around all the time. Haven’t had anyone over since you, actually.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No? What about a pretty blond who stayed the night with you? I’m guessing it was last week?”

He shook his head, “Had no one over last week.”

“Really?” You looked down at the concrete sidewalk and wondered if you’d gotten it wrong. You swore it sounded like she had just seen him the way she was talking.

Harry pulled your hand into his, “You’re the last girl I had over. Was supposed to see someone the other day but I canceled. Wasn’t feeling it anymore.”

You sighed, “I mean… obviously you can do what you want and see who you please. I’m just… my point is that I’m worried about getting attached. You’re good at casual and I’m not. So… seeing you again might be fine for you but for me, it holds so much more meaning. It’s just how I’m programmed. I can’t help it.”

He nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. He didn’t know why that little confession had his heart twisting, “I see. So you wouldn’t want to see me again then?”

“It’s not that I wouldn’t want to. I think you’re fun and we had a really good time but I don’t know if I can handle being one of the many. When I overheard someone talking about sleeping with you…” you shook your head, “I was sick to my stomach even though I have no right to feel that way. Does that make sense? And I’m not like saying,” you gestured your arms about, “… that I’m already attached or anything. It’s just I am not cut out for being with someone who’s also sleeping with others. So it’s better to cut our losses. My losses… before I actually get hurt.”

Harry could understand that. He’d dealt with this before. Girls getting jealous of other girls. And so then at that point, it was time to part ways as amicably as possible. Because Harry was a single man and not ready for commitments like that. His only commitments were finishing his thesis, getting his doctorate, and working toward opening his own practice one day. That was where his heart was. Not with any one girl who might come along. Perhaps one day he’d settle down. After he met all his life’s goals first.

But looking at you and your pretty eyes, the ones that had him in a trance, the ones he couldn’t stop thinking about that had him canceling on another girl… well he was quite torn. He didn’t know what he was feeling exactly. All he knew was that he had a plan, a path he’d forged and would continue on until he got what he wanted. And never in that plan did he imagine meeting someone along the way who could disrupt any part of that.

“I wish you’d reconsider.”

You shook your head as you looked at his soft green irises, wondering if that would be the last time you’d get to see them up close. You wanted to repeat his words to him. I wish you’d reconsider. Because that’s what it would take. You couldn’t do casual and you’d drive yourself mad knowing he was sleeping with others. There was nothing wrong with Harry. In fact he was quite astonishing and impressive. But that would only make the eventual parting even worse for you and so you figured it was better this way. It would be nice to have him again but you’d just be falling deeper into that hole. You knew yourself all too well.

Your Uber had arrived and you smiled up at Harry, “I can’t. I found myself thinking about you too much and just imagining how it’d be if we did more… I’d really be a mess. But truly, you’ve been so great, Harry. I wish you all the best.”

You climbed into the back of the black Toyota and Harry thought he should stop you. He thought he should climb in after you and tell you that you were making a mistake. That he really didn’t know what he was doing but he couldn’t just let you leave like that. He could figure it out if he did it with you.

But God, what was he thinking? Why would he do that? He didn’t know you well enough to be making such big decisions that could derail the very rigid plans he’d already made for himself. So he let you go. He watched as the car took you down the street until you were out of sight completely and he felt like something was missing. For the first time ever there was a pit in his gut, an obstruction that had him faltering. Had he just fucked up? Or had he done something that was for the better?

He honestly didn’t know.

.           .           .

The university you attended was like a small town. Thousands of people attended classes and milled about the campus every day. And despite how many people there were gossip was quickly and easily spread. It shouldn’t have surprised you because if there was one thing a college girly was good at, it was gossiping and learning more details about gossip they heard. And who happened to be one of the most talked about grad students on campus? To your utter dismay, the name of one of the most popular and attractive guys at university was Harry Styles. You’d never paid much attention to it before you met him. But now every time his name came up you were all ears.

Now you didn’t go believing all the things you heard in general. Most gossip was easy enough to ignore or brush off as inconsequential or probably a downright lie. But your ears did perk up when you were at a frat party and you heard Harry’s name mentioned. And the only reason you even heard it was because your roommate was chatting with a girl who was talking about him.

“Yeah, I guess Harry’s been seeing people but not doing anything with them. Like he brings them to his place or whatever and then he just freezes and apologizes but Lora said, and I’m just saying what I heard from her, that he really liked some chick and she didn’t want to see him again and he can’t get over her or something?”

“That’s interesting. I heard he canceled on someone a month ago- Amy’s friend who hung out with him once. So maybe this has been going on since then?”

Your roommate turned to look at you, narrowing her eyes and you knew what she was thinking. But even if the part about him being upset over some “chick” was true, certainly that had nothing to do with you.

“I heard the same thing,” another girl chimed in, “My brother is in a class with him and he said Harry’s been kind of down I guess.”

“Your brother takes note of his mood?” One of the girls laughed.

“Oh yeah. Only because I ask about him. When I found out he had a class with Harry I was like tell me everything!” She laughed.

You had a feeling that most of what you were hearing was false. Harry was so confident and just having a good time you couldn’t imagine he’d freeze up around anyone like that.

As the night went on, the frat house became packed with people. Dancing bodies, music, drugs, alcohol, hookups… You were there for the dancing and alcohol part. Your roommate had her eye on the debate team champ, Alex, and was hoping to get lucky finally (they’d been kind of playing a cat-and-mouse game that she was ready to finish once and for all).

You kept your drink in hand the whole time. Only refilling when necessary and trying not to get too wasted. That was never cute and it was also dangerous. But you loved dancing and letting loose with others who were just as bad at dancing as you were. It was fun to not worry about what you looked like because no one really cared.

Except that when you heard Gunther’s voice from behind you and felt his sticky hand on your arm you wanted to vomit, “Look so good, Y/n…”

He was drunk. His voice was slurred and you were annoyed at his presence. You pulled away from him but being the nice girl you were you smiled and made small talk for a bit as you kept moving your hips to the music.

“Come back to my room again tonight. Miss this mouth,” he plucked at your lip and you swatted his hand away, the smile on your face dropping instantly. No more nice girl.

“No thanks.” You turned to leave the area where everyone was dancing to get away but he followed behind.

“Oh, come on. You love sucking me off. You’re so good at it too.”

Finally. A compliment. But of course, it was too little too late and certainly not the time nor the place for such words. Besides, you were no longer attracted to him, and no matter what angle he tried it wasn’t going to work.

“Go away, Gunther!” You suddenly snapped at him and he stopped mid-stride and looked at you like you had two heads with horns.

He lifted his hands in surrender, “Okay. Fine. Jesus.”

You turned to make your way to the kitchen for a refill when you saw something that made your heart drop and your stomach bubble in gross shock. It was Harry Styles dancing slowly behind some cute girl, his arms wrapped around her front, leaning down to her shorter height and he was kissing the side of her neck.

Your Harry. The one who had you all gooey and giddy after that “session”. The one who kissed your neck not that long ago. You wished he was dancing behind you like that. You wished you hadn’t been so sensitive and that you could throw caution to the wind and not care that he was sleeping with others. You wished you could have just given in that night at the bar and gone back to his… But you said no to him. And now here he was with someone else.

You gulped and turned to go to the bathroom instead, Gunther still eyeing you up from the spot where you’d left him.

You stayed in the bathroom for a bit. Not wanting to go out and see Harry and the cute brunette dancing. You knew she was in for a treat later on. But that should have been you. Pouting at yourself in the mirror you felt ridiculous. You knew what it was with Harry. That he was a free and single man and could do as he pleased. You really had no right to feel upset over what you’d seen. He’d done nothing wrong.

Dumping out the last bit of your drink in the sink you figured maybe it was just time to leave. You didn’t want to have to deal with Gunther nor did you feel like seeing Harry all over someone else. Perhaps tonight was just not going to be your night.

As you opened the bathroom door a figure stood in the way and your immediate thought was that Gunther had followed you but as you trailed your eyes upward it was clear the man was taller and you didn’t miss the nail polish on his fingers when he gripped the door. Everything stopped. The music, the air around your body, your heart…

“Y/n…” That deep voice spoke your name like it belonged on his tongue.

You looked up at him, removing your hand from the doorknob, and gave him a confused smile, “Hi Harry. What are you doing?”

He seemed off. Not drunk but maybe not quite sober either? You weren’t sure what to make of his behavior as he pulled the door open and stepped into the bathroom, closing it behind himself.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he stepped in toward you, your bottom hitting the edge of the porcelain sink, “Nothing makes sense lately. Just want to go back to how things were but I can’t. S’like I’ve got some kind of block. Something’s missing…”

You shook your head, not really understanding what he was talking about as he continued.

“I don’t know what’s going on in my head. Are you really still with Gunther?” He looked hurt. Wounded almost.

“No. After that night at the bar, I haven’t talked to him. He just happened to be here.” “You were dancing with him.”

“Well, not really. I was dancing and then he came up behind me. I was just being nice talking to him but then he said something and…” you scoffed, “Why does it matter? You were dancing with someone else. And you were all over her. You should be out there with her enjoying yourself, Harry.”

“Can’t. Haven’t been able to enjoy anyone. Don’t want to anymore. Every time I do this now I just… can’t.”

“But you were. You were kissing her neck, having fun. Looked quite cozied up to her, Harry. I imagine she’s waiting for you to return right now.”

“I mean I can’t lie to myself anymore. I’ve been kidding myself. I can never go through with it. I don’t want her. That was just a show. When I saw you with him… it’s dumb. I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/n.”

You sighed and scanned his face. He did seem down, “So why are you here in the bathroom with me? Did you want to talk to me? Is there something I can do?”

Truly you were racking your brain trying to figure out why he was there and why he was telling you everything he was. Now you weren’t a dumb girl, but you would never have assumed what he was about to tell you in his next breath.

“Yes. There is something…” he swallowed, his soft green irises fixed on your mouth, “Can you kiss me? Just once more. I just need to see something with you. Is that okay?”

You felt dizzy. Felt confused. Felt your breaths shallow as he looked back into your eyes, “What? I don’t understand. Why?”

Harry softly brushed his knuckles against yours, “Because I can’t stop thinking about you and every time I try to see someone I just see you. And it’s driving me mad and I don’t understand it really but I just need to know something and I think if I could kiss you maybe it would help clear up the fog in my brain.”

“The fog…” you whispered the words back to him and felt his fingertips against yours. And it was suddenly clear to you what he was saying. You were the one who had him all messed up. The “chick” he couldn’t get over. You didn’t know how it was possible or why but it was and he was begging you with his eyes and his fingertips. The heat of him standing only inches away from you was beckoning you to give in.  

When you wound your fingers through his and gently pulled him closer, your lashes fluttering up at him, you saw a light in his eyes, a sparkle of something like wonder and hope and relief. The strange nervous, tense energy you spotted when he first walked into the bathroom with you was suddenly gone.

He brought a hand up to your face, his long fingers curving around to the back of your neck, “It’s okay? I can kiss you, Y/n?”

“Yes. It’s okay, Harry.”

Closing his eyes, a shaky breath fell from his mouth as he relieved his lungs of the pressure in his chest and you braced yourself for his lips on yours but it wasn’t at all what you expected. It wasn’t rushed or filled with filth and lust. It wasn’t slobbery with an excited tongue finding its way into your mouth or teeth colliding in haste.

No. It was filled with warmth and it was soft, slow. He pressed his lips to yours and ran his thumb gently over your cheekbone, inhaling deeply. He squeezed your hand and lulled his lips up and down to the edge of your mouth and delicately swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. The warmth created embers as you parted your lips and ran your tongue against his and your heart lobbed in your chest at the emotion and the meaning you felt pouring from him.

He refused to rush the kiss, slowly opening and closing his lips against and around yours, softly licking and breathing and touching your face and your hand. And when you let out a small whimper the embers caught on fire and his hips were against yours and the fingers at the back of your neck held your face against his as he worshipped your mouth and you felt his nose nudge into yours before he gasped and spoke, keeping his eyes closed, “It’s you. It’s what I want. All I want. I knew it.”

You blinked your eyes open and cupped his jaw, “Harry… what do you mean?”

With his eyes still shut he sighed, “I just mean it’s you that I can’t move on from. I can’t describe it right now but you’ve done something to me and I need more of it.”

In most circumstances, those words would be music to your ears. But you were terrified of getting hurt. Terrified that he was just confused and if you entertained whatever this was he’d realize it wasn’t all that deep and he’d go back to his “tutoring”. Because he had said that when he first got into the bathroom with you. That he just wanted things to go back to how they were. And if you were just a means to an end, well, you didn’t want to be part of that, for your own sake.

“So you’re hoping that now things can go back to how they were before me? Yeah?”

Harry’s eyes opened and he looked down at you, shaking his head, “No. They can’t. I can’t. That kiss, Y/n… Was exactly what I thought. Can we get out of here? Go somewhere and talk?”

He was convincing. How could he not be? His irises were brighter and greener than they were before you kissed him and the thumb he smoothed over your jaw and to your earlobe had you melting, relenting. So you nodded to him and said your goodbyes to the two friends you arrived at the party with, following him outside, keeping your hand in his the whole time.

Your dorm room was closer so you decided to go there and it was like you were walking through a scene in some surreal movie that you couldn’t wait to find out what the ending was going to be. But before you could even get to your dorm, Harry had you against the wall at the art building, and the rush and the lust that you hadn’t quite gotten earlier in the bathroom was suddenly burning all around you.

Wet lips and hasty, shaky hands, hips pasted together away from the streetlamp that illuminated the sidewalk only feet from you… A heart-racing blur. Nipped lips and stifled moans, heaving chests…

And then a hurry to get to your building and find your way up to your room before the dizzy haze of Harry enveloped you again and it was all-consuming. You couldn’t peel yourself away from him and his lips found your neck and your skin and you pushed your hand under his shirt to touch his warm chest.

But he parted from you with a gasp, his chest rising and falling so rapidly his lungs were likely struggling to keep up.

“I’m sorry. That… Y/n I just really really like you.”

Pulling your hand from his chest you nodded at him and shifted on your bed so you could sit to your bottom next to him, “I like you too, Harry.” Obviously.

He ran a hand through his hair and nodded as he looked down at his lap and then dragged your hand over his thigh, sliding his fingers between yours, “I mean I want to be with you. I can’t even think about anyone else. I don’t want anyone else.”

You watched as Harry drew his fingers over your knuckles and between your digits then pressed his palm against yours.

“But… so you don’t want to like have what you had before? Like all the girls and the… you know,” you breathed out a laugh that was full of nerves, “The sessions? Weren’t you just having fun?”

He shook his head and turned to look at you, “It was fun. But it wound up just being kind of empty after a bit. Didn’t really get what I was looking for. I mean at first, I didn’t even know what I was looking for. But you know how you said you gave Gunther one last shot because you were hoping for some kind of connection?”

You nodded as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, wondering where he was going with all of it. Was he really about to say what you thought he was?

“I realized that’s what I was looking for. And you… Y/n there’s just this thing with you. I never connected with someone like that before. I never felt so… I can’t like describe…” he paused as he collected his thoughts, “Breathless? Or like… achy here,” he lifted a hand to his chest over his heart, “It’s this stinging dread, just a hopeless feeling. I never cared if someone didn’t want to see me again. But I cared a lot when you didn’t want to. It hurt.”

Those were the kinds of feelings you felt when you liked someone who didn’t like you back. It was that exact description that you were worried about with Harry. You were worried you’d feel all that and then he’d be with someone else the next week. It was for fear of that very thing. But he was feeling it. That devastation.

“I understand exactly. That’s why I didn’t want to see you again. Because I was worried I’d start to feel that too. And it hurts so much that it was easier to part ways before it got to that point. So I get it.”

“I don’t want to do it anymore. With anyone else. I’m done. And I’m so close to what I want… my degree. So I thought it was too much to focus on just one person but I think I was wrong. It’s a lot of work having people come and go. Maybe it’s better to just have someone I can trust and someone who’s there for me. Just one person who I feel a real connection with.”

You swallowed the lump down your throat and your tummy was in knots. It truly did feel like you were in a surreal movie scene all dreamy and untidy with bursts of vivid colors and soft stringed music slowly intensifying as the minutes drew on.

“Would you want that with me? To see what happens? I’m not saying it would be like a fairytale or anything but like… just a normal relationship. Get to figure out what this is between us and learn about each other. Just the two of us.”

“So, me and you?”

“Yeah. Me and you. Not something casual. I’d only want to see you.”

You hadn’t imagined your night going in this direction and it still felt like you were about to have a director enter your room and yell cut! It didn’t quite feel real but it was. Harry was sitting next to you on your bed with his hypnotizing bright green eyes on you, caressing your fingers and your palm with his.

“Okay. Yeah,” you breathed out your words and Harry’s pink lips turned upward in a boyish smile complete with adorable dimples and you couldn’t help but return the expression but it only lasted for a second or two before his lips were pressed against yours again.

Everything about him was intoxicating. His body against yours, his hands on your face and squeezing your hip as he laid you both down in your small bed. You wrapped your arms around him as he ran his tongue over the seam of your lips and it turned into something dirty and desperate, your hands grabbing at him and his fingers trailing under your shirt.

He squeezed at your bum, your jeans blocking him from feeling you unencumbered and then he parted from the kiss, his hair all wild and strewn about from your fingers, “Can we do this here? Is your roommate coming back?”

You looked at the clock on the table at the side of the room and it was well past 2 in the morning. You honestly weren’t sure if she was coming back but you knew she had hopes of going back to Alex’s place. But you also didn’t care. At least not in that moment with Harry right there with you, his scent all over your body, his jeans unzipped, and his shoes somewhere in your room.

“I don’t know. She might be out all night. Just… If she comes back we’ll cover up,” you laughed. You had once again lost your mind. Harry seemed to have you in some lusty trance you couldn’t break. Didn’t want to break.

Harry ducked down to kiss your neck as he fit himself between your legs, the bed squeaking under the sudden shift of weight. You could feel his open pants against your hip. You’d gotten a bit carried away when you were making out and undid them for him, to which he laughed but didn’t stop you. And now, that convenient thing was seductively calling to you as you reached your hand down to push at his pants.

“In a hurry are we?” He looked down at your hand and then at your face.

“Not really. I don’t know. I just want… you.”

Harry’s lids were heavy as he blinked his eyes, “Well you can have me. Whatever you want.”

He pressed the tip of his nose to yours before smearing his mouth against your lips and your fingers were back in his hair once again. Slow and luxurious. Hasty and filthy… Harry kissed you like he didn’t know which way was best. But you were getting fired up from the way he was doing it. You didn’t care, you just wanted it. Wanted his mouth and his tongue, his hands and his body, his moans and his hair between your fingers.

You were hot. Molten underneath him. Your panties were ruined and you were sure he knew what he was doing. Your mind wandered to where you’d put your condoms and then you felt his hands on your hip as he slowly began to slide your shirt upward.

He sat back, plucking at the front of his pants, and then put his hands back on your waist, “Can I get this off? All of it?”

You nodded and grinned with your lip bitten into your mouth as Harry got rid of your t-shirt and then unbuttoned your pants, “You too. Can we get your clothes off too?” You spoke as you lifted your hips and let him peel your jeans down your legs.

Harry grinned at you, “Absolutely. You already did part of the work here anyway,” he laughed as he gestured toward his unzipped pants.

Harry was left in his boxer briefs when the last thing you had to get rid of was your light blue panties. But Harry seemed quite transfixed by the wet spot on the fabric over your pussy. You were so wet the whole of the crotch was clinging to you, outlining what was underneath and Harry slid his thumb over the top of the material and parted his lip before looking up your face, “Fuck.”

You panted softly when he bumped into your clit and pressed over the slick spot, “Does that feel good, Y/n?”

You nodded, “Yeah. That feels good…”

“So warm and wet for me,” he drew his hand up to the elastic waistband and pulled it downward, “Gonna take a closer look. S’that alright?”

You were full of nothing but yes as you knocked your head up and down affirmatively and bounced your gaze from his eyes to where he was disrobing the last bit of material covering you.

He pushed out a quick succession of what sounded like a breathy whistle as he took you in with his eyes, his fingertips holding the soft, mushy part of your inner thighs so you stayed spread, “Fuck. Fuck, honey…” he licked his lips and looked up at you as he ran his thumb through your folds, “Can I have some of this again? Taste…”

He sounded almost as delirious as you felt. Taste… eat… suck… fuck… whatever he wanted. You nodded, “Yes, Harry.”

He leaned over your body, pressing his chest against yours, and kissed your mouth before dragging his lips down your neck and to your tits, stopping to suck and lick each one before he drew his hot mouth downward, sponging kisses over your tummy and to your hips.

Your legs were brought up to drape over his shoulders as he held onto your thighs and then watched you as he licked up from your gushy hole to your clit.

The sounds that fell from your mouth were pitiful. You had an ache that needed to be relieved and it seemed only Harry could do it. Every swipe of his tongue through your crease had you slipping toward the edge of the earth, “Harry…”

You did your best to keep your eyes on his, knowing that’s what he liked but you couldn’t help throwing your head back every time he sucked your clit and rolled it under his tongue. He was better than your clit sucker. He was better than anything or anyone else.

“Mmmm…” your attempt at stifling your moans only goaded Harry even more. He drew his lips over your clit and slid them side to side and the pressure that was building in your tummy had you shaking.

“Will you…” you gasped and pulled at his hair, “Can we have sex?”

You had an immediate urge. A need to feel him closer. Wanted him inside of you right then.

Harry lifted his face from your pussy and licked his lips, “You sure? You’ve had sex before, yeah?”

You laughed and let go of his curls with a nod, “Just with one person. I’m not very good.”

“I’m sure you’re amazing, Y/n,” he sat back, gently placing your legs down and you pushed yourself to sit up.

“I don’t know,” you grinned at him and ran your foot over his thigh, “Maybe you could give me a proper lesson. Think I need tutoring.”

Harry wrapped his palm around your ankle and shot a cheeky eyebrow up, “Oh you need tutoring, do you? Well, you didn’t sign up for a lesson with me. Think you’re just gonna get a freebie?” He laughed.

You shrugged as he lifted himself and began to pull his boxer briefs down his hips. Your eyes focused on his big cock. You couldn’t wait to see what’d feel like inside of you. You were positive he’d be gentle and give it to you good.

“So what are you saying? You charge for your services now?”

Harry pursed his lips to the side and smoothed his hands up your calves, “Teaching is hard work, Y/n.”

“I bet. How about just one last lesson? For me?” You bit your lip, rounding your eyes at him.

“Fine. Just for you.”

“Condoms are in the top drawer,” you pointed to your dresser, “Never been opened.”

He began to move off your bed but then paused, “Never opened?”

“Well, the guy I slept with had his own and we only did it twice so I’ve never used the ones I bought.”

You watched him walk to your dresser to find the unopened box of Trojans. Harry was so fit and masculine and his ass was gorgeous. He was a work of art from behind but when he turned and walked toward you he was angelic. His toned abs and strong thighs, skin littered with tattoos and bits of hair on his pecs, his handsome face, and of course, the heavy, thick organ between his legs, swollen and hard. Just for you.

He kneed up to you on the bed and handed you the wrapper with the condom, “Ever put a condom on a penis before?” He asked as he stroked himself

You shook your head and tore the wrapper open. When you had the rubber in your palm Harry flipped it over, “This side goes on my tip.”

You brought the condom to his tip and looked up at him as you began to roll the rubber downward but he stopped you, “That’s good. But first, pinch the top here, like this,” he brought your fingers to the top of the rubber and pulled at it away from his crown, “Just gives a little space for movement and for my come.”

You gulped at the image in your brain of the condom being filled with his come after orgasm. His shaft was wide and long as the rubber was rolled down as far as it could reach.

You looked up at his face and he was watching you closely with a soft smile, “Very good.”

Harry scooted himself between your legs, his knees butting against the back of your thighs as he smeared his fingers through your folds, “We’ll go slow. I want to make sure everything feels good. When you had sex before, did you come?

You shook your head no.

“And how did you do it? Was he on top?”

You nodded, “Yeah, he was on top of me. It was kind of quick. Both times. I lied and told him I came.”

“Okay. Did he keep your clit stimulated?” He asked as he thumbed at your clit, mushing into it to drive the point home.

You gasped softly, “No. Never touched it.”

“Not even once? What about foreplay?” He circled your bud and the slickness from your pussy began to coat his fingers.

“We just made out and he fingered me and I did get wet. But he never touched… ohhh….” Harry slid two long fingers into your entrance and you looked down to view the spectacle.

His hand was wet with your arousal as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly, “So you’ve just had a string of bad lovers. I’m gonna do my best to make up for it.”

You sighed as he dragged the pads of his fingers along your front wall before pushing them back into his knuckles, “You’re so wet and ready. You deserve to feel good, Y/n. Deserve to have someone care for you.”

You ticked your hips upward slightly and Harry pumped into you a bit harder, the gushy noises of your pussy getting fingered sounded dirty but so good.

When he pulled his fingers from you he held the base of his shaft in his palm and smoothed his free hand up your tummy, “We’ll start off with you on your back. I’m going to go in gently. Okay?”

You nodded and shot your eyes down to his cock and then back up to his face.

“There you go, just keep your eyes on me. Tell me if anything is uncomfortable.”

Harry pulled at your hand and brought your fingertips over your mound, “Rub your clit the way that feels best for you. Okay?”

“Mmhmm…” you nodded and slid your fingers over your nub as you kept your eyes on his.

The initial stretch of your slick muscle around his thick head had you gasping. He inhaled through his teeth and pressed in slowly, “Your body is so turned on. That feels all right, yeah?”

“Yes… feels good.”

“Yeah? Feels good for me too.” He was breathy as he sunk into you and then pulled back a few inches, looking down at where your bodies were connected, half his cock buried inside of you.

And it surprised you how thick he was and how much of him you felt. You’d always heard you don’t feel much when there’s a penis inside of you but Harry’s penis was definitely working into you and spreading your insides apart.

With your fingers delicately running over your bud you moaned, “Oh god… Harry…”

He gripped your thighs and pulled you closer before shifting himself over you, “We’re gonna make sure it feels so good okay? You’re kind of shallow and I can feel the resistance at this spot here,” he rutted in and you gasped, “Like that… depends on where you are in your cycle could be shallower or more space, but I’m only gonna push in as far as is comfortable for you.”

He had his hand on your cheek as he spoke, “Still feels okay right now?”

You nodded, “Yes. You can go deeper. Wanna feel it.”

Harry groaned softly and pressed his lips to yours. You had to pull your hand away from your clit because his pelvis was taking the place of where your fingers were. When he plunged himself in further you felt a delicious pinch and you panted into his mouth.

“Don’t want to hit your cervix. Usually, it’s not comfortable. I’m getting in there pretty deep, though. You okay?”

“Please… it’s okay.” You did want to feel it. Wanted to have him stuff you full and make you ache and burn and wince in pain. The dildo you used always hit your cervix and you didn’t mind the way it felt. Some days you liked it more than others, depending on how horny you were. And in that moment, you’d never been hornier. You wanted to feel him ruin you.

Harry let out a breathy laugh and pushed himself up so he could look into your eyes, “You want to feel it, honey?”

Nodding your head you felt him spread you apart and fuck into you with one deep rut. Your body bounced upward and you gasped.

He stilled his hips and stayed buried inside of you, his hand on your cheek, “That’s it right there, Y/n. Can’t get it in any further. You like that?”

It was obvious you did. The look on your face told him as much. Your eyes were fluttering and your mouth dropped open as you lifted into him, mushing your clit against his solid pelvis, “Mmm yeah…”

Harry swallowed as he watched your features soften then and scrunch with every thrust. He smoothed his thumb over your bottom lip and you licked at the pad of his digit before you wrapped your lips around it and he was in awe of how filthy you really were when he felt your nails dig into his back.

“S’hurt, honey? At all?”

You moaned around his thumb, your eyes blinking up at him, and nodded before hitching your leg up over his hip to indicate you still wanted more, pushing him in closer with the heel of your foot.

So you wanted it to hurt. At least a little anyway. Harry wasn’t going in hard and he wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until he learned exactly what you liked and what your body needed first. But every time he bottomed out you grunted and sucked on his thumb harder and he was losing it.

“Fuck… you’re so hot, Y/n. Look at you with your lips wrapped around my thumb. You just needed something to suck on, didn’t you? And you feel so good around me. So wet and warm, honey…”

You’d never had a man’s fingers in your mouth. You had no idea what you were doing but when Harry slid his thumb over your bottom lip it just came naturally to you. To pull it into your mouth and it was… god it was taking you over the edge. And he seemed to like it as you swiped your tongue around his skin.

But better yet? His cock. You were so full and it was so incredible to have him like that. The other guy you slept with was fine. But now you’d never want “fine” again. Not after this. Not with the way Harry was pulling himself back and then rocking into you, every plunge better than the last. He didn’t pound into you or try to race to the end. He wanted to make it good for you.

He began to pant deeply, his gasps lined with moans as his thrusts became clumsy and he stilled his hips before pulling his thumb from your mouth, “Let’s get you on top. Okay? Wanna watch you ride me and let you take control. Bet you’re gonna be good at it, aren’t you?” His irises scanned your face as he spoke, his thumb at your cheekbone dragging upward.

“I don’t know? I hope so…” you breathed as he nudged himself upward, deeper, “I do wanna be good for you.”

Harry moaned, “Yeah? You are good for me, honey. My favorite. You don’t even realize how good you are but I’m gonna keep telling you til you believe it. Okay?”

Your eyes were heavy and your body was hot. You nodded and let out a breathy, “Okay…”

“That’s right. Now we’ll have you get on top. Wanna watch my pretty girl get herself off on my cock.”

You felt him slide out of you and you looked down at his long condom-covered dick, coated in your juice. Everything smelled of sex as he dipped down and kissed your mouth before climbing next to you and lying down. He pulled at your hips, bringing you over his lap as you placed your palms on his chest and settled your pussy down at the base of his shaft. You wrapped your palm around him and slid it up and down to feel the rigidness of him. He was so hard and thick it made your mouth water.

With his fingers still at your hips he squeezed gently, “Depending on your angle it’s gonna feel very deep. Sometimes it can ache a little bit because I’ll be tucked up into your cervix,” he moved one hand toward the front of your low tummy, “But you can control how deep I get. Can even tilt your pelvis downward which will give your clit more stimulation. Might make it easier for you to come.”

You looked between your legs as you lifted your hips and rocked forward so you could press your entrance over his cock but then you felt his hand on your chin, directing your sight back to him, “Keep your eyes on me. Want to see your face while you’re pushing me inside of your pretty cunt, okay?”

You nodded and began to push yourself down. He fit inside of you so nicely. All snug and warm, packed inside of your guts. Every inch you took you could feel stretching your wall apart.

Keeping your eyes on his you raised your hips upward and then sunk down further to adjust, letting out a puff of breath as your lips parted until your bum was seated on his lap, his cock stuffing you to the brim.

Harry moaned, “Yes. Good fucking girl,” he made sure to praise you as much as he could because he noted how your eyes lit up every time he did it. Pulling at your hips, he brought your pelvis downward, “This is kind of like the starting position. You only need to grind and rub upward, don’t even have to lift off of me. Just slide in toward my belly button,” he pulled at you, causing you to drag upward on his cock but keeping your clit down against his pelvis, “See? Feels good cause you can keep your clit stimulated this way too. Let’s do this for a bit. Just get used to the motion here and do what feels good.”

It was easier than you thought. Your knees and shins were pressed into the mattress along the sides of Harry’s hips as you slid yourself upward. You’d always imagined it being some crazy acrobatic feat where you sat like a frog and bounced up and down like a pornstar. But this? This you could do. And it felt so intimate. Your palms were pressed into his chest, his hands moved down to your ass as he assisted you along his shaft and then back along to his base.

“Tell me how it feels, honey. The look on your face says you like it but want to make sure…”

You rocked your hips, gripping around him and pulling upward with your eyes on his, “It’s… god… it feels so good, Harry…”

“Feels good for me too. Love this angle,” he moved a hand up to your breasts and palmed at your nipples as you continued fucking yourself on him.

When you’d gotten into the movements and found a rhythm you could hear the wetness coming from your pussy every time you slid up and down his cock.

Harry continued smoothing his hand over your tits, “If you really want to feel me deep, lean back a bit.”

Pushing yourself to sit upright you adjusted your hips and the new angle had him deeper than he was before. You hissed as you swiveled your hips and Harry grunted, running his hand back down to your low tummy, “How’s that feel?”

“It’s kind of achy, but feels really good,” you spoke softly, looking into his eyes as you shifted your pelvis.

“God you’re taking me so well, honey… Look so gorgeous on top of me, pretty tits in my face, fucking yourself on my cock... making yourself feel good.”

Everything felt good. You were sure it was because of Harry. All the nice things he was saying had your head spinning and your heart thrashing.

He knew of course that you didn’t need instructions. You might not have had as much experience as he did but sex was something that came naturally for most. And you were so into it and your innate eroticism was shining through your more reserved demeanor.

Harry began to thrust upward, rocking into you, sticking himself in deep. He had one hand caressing your tits and the other pressed into your tummy. You weren’t sure why he was touching your tummy but when he thrust upward into you sharply you cried out and he pressed harder, “Fuck! You’ve got me so deep inside of you, honey. You wanna feel this?”

You reached your hand down to where his was, your hips writhing over him as he punched himself upward and you gasped when you felt the bulge in your tummy under your palm. He did it again and moaned with you, “Oh my god!”

You could feel his cock pressing through you when you put enough pressure on your tummy with your hand.

“Come here,” Harry wrapped his fingers around the back of your neck and pulled you down, making you tilt toward him and smeared his lips against yours. The angle where you could rub your clit on his pelvis was the best. It felt so good and you began to rock yourself over him with whimpers into his mouth.

Harry smiled into the kiss, “Bet you’ve humped your pillow before. So you know how to do this. Sliding over my cock so perfectly, Y/n.”

You pushed your palms into his chest and rolled down over him, hips pasted to his. Your orgasm was already beginning to build and singe in your body as you nodded.

His hands were on your hips as he let you take control and ride him how you wanted, “I knew it. Already have experience with this position, yeah? You wanna come, honey? You gonna fuck yourself on my cock til you’re seeing stars?”

You moaned and nodded with your lips parted.

“That’s right. You already know what to do. Now hump it like a good girl. Show me how you do it, honey…”

Harry’s words were so sweet and yet filled with filth. You loved the way he spoke to you with such care but he could turn it so dirty in a heartbeat. Likening you riding his cock to humping your pillow somehow just pushed you over the edge. And you definitely saw stars as your face twisted up and you choked out his name, “Haaarrry! Harry! Yes!! Ohhhh…”

Your pulsing insides encased Harry’s cock and he let you take what you needed as he moaned and watched your tits bounce and sway with every rock of your hips until his balls were squeezing tight and his throbbing cock couldn’t resist the way you gripped around him.

You didn’t hear Harry’s grunts or his breathy moans as he pumped into you. You didn’t see his face contort in pleasure as he kept his eyes focused on you, the pretty girl coming on his cock. You didn’t take note of how when he’d fully emptied himself into his condom he was still watching you in awe as you were breathlessly panting over him, still coming around him, milking every last bit of him out into the rubber that separated your wet cunt from his thick shaft.

You didn’t notice any of that until you finally caught your breath and felt your body tremble as you looked down at him and felt his fingertips digging into the meat of your hips and saw his heavy eyes watching you. You were going to apologize about how you forgot to look at him when you were coming but he pulled you down over his chest and held you against himself. You could feel his heart beating in his chest and his lungs filling with air on every inhale.

He smoothed his hand down your back and to your bottom, “You okay?”

You puffed out a laugh against his chest. It was funny because obviously you were more than okay. You’d just come so hard your ears were ringing and your vision had nearly gone black just before. Your entire body was limp and wobbly over him as he caressed your bottom and your back.

“Fuck, honey. You came so hard. Did so good.”

You sighed and smiled to yourself as you pushed your hands into his hair, “I did?”

“Mmm… so good, Y/n. Deserve an award for that one.” He chuckled and you could feel the vibrations in his chest against yours.

Smoothing a hand down to his pec you lifted your head to look at him and laughed, “What kind of an award?”  

Harry slid his hand up to your face, “One of those gold star stickers teachers use. I think I’ve got a pack of them actually. Could put it on your t-shirt so everyone knows how good you are.”

The filthy grin on his face had you giggling, “You do not have a pack of gold stars. Do you?”

His smirk widened, “I do actually. And I know a girl who loves being praised who I can use them all on. Maybe we’ll even get you an ice cream.”

You shook your head with a smile on your face, “What if I want kitten stickers instead?” You teased.

Harry inhaled and turned his gaze to look at the ceiling before looking back at you, “Actually… I think I have kitten stickers.”

You laughed, making Harry laugh with you.

“Okay then. Tomorrow you owe me some kitten stickers and ice cream.” You would be asking him later why he had stickers in the first place.

Harry softly pinched at your bum, a lazy grin on his face, “Your roommate’s not gonna freak out if she comes back and I’m here?”

“Nah. I don’t see why she would. Long as you’re not naked.”

Harry chuckled, “And you don’t mind if I stay here either?”

“I’d like it if you stayed.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

“Good,” you bit your lip and trailed your fingers over the sparrow tattoos at his clavicle as you gazed into his eyes full of affection.

“Then tomorrow you get kitten stickers and ice cream for being such a good girl.”

“And maybe a little bit more of you too? Since I was so good?”

“Just a little bit more is all you want?”

You laughed through your nose, “Okay a lot more of you then.”

“Okay, it’s settled. Kitten stickers, ice cream, and a whole lot of me.”

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[bangchansdirty-slut]

Hello could I request a university au hyuka and soobin x bttm sub reader where in public the reader is loved across the campus by both professors and students and is very much a gold star pupil but behind closed doors the reader is nothing to short of a cock hungry whore for kai and soobin and loves when they use him however they see fit

The Star Pupil

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Paring: Top!Soobin x Top!Hyuka x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: I might be a little behind on posting requests because of school and soccer starting, so if you request now, it might take me a while to get to it.

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The university's clock tower chimed, sending its melodious echo across the quad. Students hurried to their next classes, their chatter and laughter punctuating the hot summer air. Amidst the bustle, a young man with a tray of books precariously balanced on one hand navigated the crowded walkway. His eyes searched the horizon, a hint of anticipation in his gait.

"Hey, M/n!" a familiar voice called out, and the young man turned to see Kai, his best friend, waving from the entrance of the library. The two shared a knowing smile as they approached each other.

"Hyuka," M/n greeted, his heart skipping a beat as he took in the other's impeccable outfit - the white sweater vest and dark red tie of their summer uniform contrasting with the golden hue of his skin. "What's up?"

Kai grinned mischievously, a glint in his eyes. "Just thought I'd help you lighten the load." He plucked a book from the tray, and M/n felt a strange thrill as their fingers brushed. "What's in store for us today?"

M/n shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just the usual, I guess. Homework, studying, maybe a nap in the shade."

Kai leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. "Or maybe a little detour to Soobin and I's dorm?" His words hung in the air, a seductive invitation that sent shivers down M/n's spine. The idea of being used by both of them at the same time was thrilling, and his cock began to stir in his shorts.

M/n's eyes widened slightly, trying to keep his arousal hidden. "What do you guys have planned?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Kai's grin grew wider. "Well, Soobin had this idea." He paused for dramatic effect. "He wants to… well, show his appreciation for the university's star pupil." His eyes danced with excitement as he took M/n's hand, leading him away from the bustling path.

M/n's heart raced as they approached the dorms. He knew what was coming, and his body was already eager for it. The door to their shared room swung open, revealing Soobin lounging on the bed, his tie askew and the top button of his shirt undone. The sight was tantalizing, and M/n could feel his pulse quicken.

"Welcome, scholar," Soobin greeted, his voice a smooth caress that made M/n's knees wobble. He stepped into the room, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the heat outside. The scent of their combined cologne wafted through the air, a heady mix that made him even more eager for what was to come.

"You know I'd do anything for a little… extra credit," M/n said, setting his books down on the desk with a playful smirk. Soobin's eyes lit up at the mention, and Kai chuckled, locking the door behind them with a soft click.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh sunlight at bay. Soobin gestured to the bed with a knowing smile. "Then let's get to it," he said, his voice dropping to a sensual purr.

M/n felt his cheeks flush as he approached the bed, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He knew he was about to embark on another session of passionate submission to the two men he adored. Kai and Soobin had discovered his secret desires a few months ago, and since then, their friendship had evolved into something more intimate and intense. They had become his masters in every sense of the word, and he reveled in the feeling of belonging that came with it.

Soobin patted the bed, and M/n eagerly complied, sitting down and watching as Kai moved closer. The tall, lean figure of Soobin was a vision of calm power, his dark eyes filled with an unspoken command that sent a shiver down M/n's spine. Kai, on the other hand, was all energy and playfulness, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Strip," Soobin ordered, and M/n's hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He felt the heat of their gazes on him as he revealed his bare chest, the cool fabric of his uniform shorts caressing his now-throbbing cock. He watched as Kai's eyes grew dark with desire, and Soobin's hand reached out to stroke his own cock through his pants.

The tension in the room grew thick as M/n shed his clothes, feeling like a piece of art being unwrapped for their viewing pleasure. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, allowing them to see his hard, leaking cock and the softness of his balls.

"Good boy," Kai murmured, his voice a gentle caress as he knelt before M/n, unbuckling his own belt. Soobin sat up, his hand still stroking his length, his eyes never leaving M/n's. The room was now filled with the sound of clothes being removed, the rustle of fabric punctuating the silence.

M/n watched, his breath hitching, as Kai pulled out his cock, already standing at attention. It was a beautiful sight, a stark contrast to the innocent façade he maintained in public. Kai's fingers danced over M/n's thighs, teasing closer and closer to his cock. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body aching for their touch.

Soobin's hand reached out, taking the lead as he gently stroked M/n's erection. His thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the precum that had gathered there. "Look how eager you are," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Always ready to serve."

M/n's eyes fluttered shut as Kai leaned in, the tip of his cock brushing against M/n's parted lips. Without a word, M/n opened his mouth and took Kai in, feeling the softness of the head give way to the firmness beneath. He moaned around the girth, savoring the taste of his friend's desire. Soobin's strokes grew firmer, and he could feel the heat building in his own balls, begging for release.

Kai's hand tangled in M/n's hair, guiding him deeper as he pushed his cock into the warm, welcoming depths of his mouth. M/n's throat muscles worked in silent invitation, eager to please. He knew the drill, knew how to make Kai moan and buck his hips, and he reveled in the power he held over the him. The sound of wet, suckling noises filled the room, mingling with Soobin's gentle groans of approval.

With a smooth motion, Soobin positioned himself behind M/n, his cock nudging against the tight, puckered entrance. He lubricated himself with the precum that was already flowing freely from his cock, teasing M/n open with the tip before pushing in. M/n's eyes widened, and he took Kai's cock even deeper, the dual sensation of fullness in his mouth and ass sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Soobin's thrusts grew stronger, and M/n's moans around Kai's cock grew louder, the vibrations adding to the intense sensation. He could feel the head of Soobin's cock brushing against his prostate, the pleasure almost too much to handle. Kai's grip on his hair tightened, guiding him in a rhythm that matched Soobin's movements.

M/n's eyes watered as he deepthroated Kai, taking him in until the base hit the back of his throat. His cheeks hollowed with each bob, his throat muscles working overtime to accommodate the thick length. Kai's breathing grew ragged, and his hips began to buck slightly, pushing deeper into M/n's eager mouth. The young man's eyes met Soobin's in the mirror on the wall, and he could see the mix of pleasure and dominance in the leader's gaze.

Soobin's cock slid into M/n with a smoothness that spoke of experience and practice. M/n's body quivered around the intrusion, the tightness giving way to the familiar stretch that never failed to excite him. He could feel the heat of Soobin's body at his back, the leader's chest pressing against his own as he fucked him slowly, savoring every inch.

"Y-ou're such a f-fucking cock slut," Kai groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as M/n took him deep. The sound of M/n's gagging was music to their ears, a symphony of desire that filled the room.

"I bet you love being used like this, don't you?" Soobin whispered, his breath hot against M/n's neck as he leaned in, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "The gold star pupil, spread open for anyone who wants a taste."

M/n nodded, his eyes still glued to Kai's in the mirror, his mouth full of the latter's cock. He felt the pressure build inside him, a delicious ache that grew with every thrust from behind. Soobin's cock filled him completely, the head brushing against that sweet spot that made his toes curl.

Kai's hand on the back of his head grew more insistent, pushing him to take even more of his length. M/n's throat muscles tightened around the cock, his gag reflex giving way to the sweet obedience that came with being used so thoroughly. He could feel the veins pulsing in Kai's cock, the precursor to his climax, and his own need grew more urgent.

Soobin's strokes grew deeper, his cock plunging into M/n with a steadiness that spoke of his control. Each time he reached the deepest part of him, M/n's body clenched around him, desperate for more. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, the pleasure cresting like a wave ready to break.

In the mirror, M/n watched as Kai's eyes rolled back, his breaths coming in sharp pants. His hand on the back of M/n's head was a vice, urging him to swallow every inch. The sight was too much for M/n to bear, and he felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock spasming and leaking onto his stomach.

Soobin must have felt the change in tension because he picked up his pace, his strokes now punctuated by the slap of skin against skin. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and demanding. "You're going to show us how much you love being our little whore."

M/n nodded, his eyes never leaving Kai's in the mirror. He could feel Soobin's cock swelling inside him, knew he was close as well. The pressure in his own balls was unbearable, the heat in his belly coiling tighter and tighter.

With a final, powerful thrust, Soobin hit M/n's prostate just right, and the dam broke. M/n's eyes rolled back in his head as he came, spurts of cum painting his stomach and chest. His throat clenched around Kai's cock, the contractions of his orgasm sending Kai over the edge as well. The older boy's grip on his hair tightened, and he shot his load down M/n's throat, filling him up with his hot seed.

Soobin's orgasm followed, his cock pulsing inside M/n as he emptied himself. The feeling of being filled by both of them at once was overwhelming, and M/n's body quivered with the intensity of it all. He could feel their combined cum leaking out of him, a sticky mess that only added to the delicious feeling of being used so thoroughly.

Kai's grip on M/n's hair loosened, and he gently pulled out, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with saliva. He stepped back, admiring the sight before him. "Look at you," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Our perfect little toy, just waiting to be played with."

M/n felt a rush of satisfaction at the praise, his cheeks still flushed from the exertion. He looked up at Kai through his lashes, his mouth open slightly, the taste of his release still lingering. Soobin slowly withdrew, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched M/n's body convulse with the aftershocks of pleasure.

[fishyvamp]

“make me small”

Dead by Daylight Pairings: The Executioner X GN!killer!reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ Word count: 1.5k+ CW: degradation, heavy consensual violence, light fingering, sub!reader, monster fuckery, choking, denial, subspace, thigh fucking Summary: You're pent up and need someone to put you in your place.

The rage feels like fire in your veins as you stalk through the dark fog, Knives along your chest feeling just a bit too heavy. The dark voice inside you purred and praised you for your good work. You felt too big, as if the space inside you wasn’t enough to contain the fire that threatened to spill out and burn everything in its path. Mindlessly you had found yourself in front of Midwich, the elementary school decrepit and falling apart even if it was in better shape out of trials. You rolled your shoulders, the realization whispering exactly what you needed, Him. 

Mind singularly focused, you stormed in growling lowly clothes still soaked in blood from the trials. You could tell He had visitors. You’ll just chase them off, tell them to find somewhere else to loiter. Someone else to waste their time with.

Pyramid head sitting down, sharpening his blade, on a chair comically small compared to his mass frame. Head tilting upwards instantly knowing why you were here. The room feels colder, his visitors bolting from the room, the legion members jumping windows and fleeing. You did wonder why they were here, but the thought vanished the moment the large man stood up jamming his blade into the floorboards before approaching you with heavy boots thumping with each step. 

Your eyes are wild as you look up feeling ready to explode. The Executioner was unphased by your posture, everything at this moment was routine. When you first arrived no one would go near you. The blood lust built up after each trial with no downtime, no way to get it out, and no real release like you had in your world, the rage lashing and attacking anything that spoke or so much as moved in your direction.

The only one who made any headway in calming you was Him. He pushed you harshly against the wall, a massive hand drifting up your throat, and pressing harshly, you gasped for air, but you didn’t fight. You never did, but the lack of oxygen brought a warm fuzzy feeling in your head that had your eyes fluttering, “Tell me what you need.” he growled, voice echoing in the steel frame.

“I’m too big,” you grunt, “make me small.” the words would almost be a plea if your face wasn’t twister anger, and rage. You can hear a huff echoing against the steel, the clock tower chimes air raid horn going off, the pound of the bell loud and clear shaking the school, echoing in your chest. ”Beg,” his voice low and breathy. Your skin prickles as a shiver overtakes you.

You close your eyes focusing on your breathing, on your heart, on the way the cold air of the destroyed classroom felt. “Please…” you speak softly, your body relaxing, he presses into you harder. It’s like he wants to crush you. “Please what?” He demands squeezing your throat tighter. “Please, use me. Fuck me. Crush me, choke me. Just please remind me of my place.” You look up desperate, eyes half-closed as you struggle to breathe. “Where is your place?” he asks, loosening his grip just ever so slightly.

“Under you,” you manage to breathe out. Your core clenches hearing him laugh, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you onto the teacher's desk. You watch as he removes his frame a black dripping shapeless void where his head should be, glowing white eyes, a long tongue flicking around wildly trapped in his mouth with teeth too sharp to be human. The large man grabs your thighs pulling them apart just so he can grind into you feeling the heat of your sex it has him throwing his head back groaning. 

“This what you want?” He growls leaning forward, elbows resting on the creaking wood, caging you to the desk. You nod your head silently, craning your neck to look at where his eyes should be. “This all you good for.” he hisses as if this very request offended him. His hips grind harder, one hand supporting your back while he rough grips the back of your skull. “Just a nasty whore.” Your eyes close softly, gasping for breath you focus on the way his clothed cock rubs against you. The way it nudges against your sex. Grinding through the very fabric that separated the two of you.

“Sinful,” Pyramid head gunts slamming your hips together. His tongue coaxed your mouth open pushing in, wet appendage filling your throat, you gag and buck. Eyes watering as you try to swallow all of him. Desperate to please him. Desperate to make today the day he finally fills you with that heavy cock.

The Executioner purs feeling you choke on his tongue, exploring deep inside you stopping before he tastes the acid of your stomach. He enjoys the way you struggle to breathe with him inside you. The tasty feeling of you fighting yourself not to try and get him off of you. He enjoyed the conflict that rooted itself inside you. He enjoyed the way that bloodthirsty monster inside you fades the more he forces you down. Forces you to take him and everything he gives you. The giant man twists and curls his tongue inside you, the appendage curling up and bulging in your throat. His gaze was intense as he glowered down at you. Watching you try to claw at him, try to breathe, everything about you desperate.

He pulls out of you softly. Chuckling at you, watching you gasp for breath tears staining the corners of your eyes. Beautiful, he thinks flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your pants down just enough to expose that pretty ass for him. His fingers dipped down to trace your hole pressing in slightly as he just shook his head. He can feel that you’re trying, that you want this, but not yet. 

You whine feeling him press a thick finger into you curling and twisting hitting your sweet spot having you arch your back mewling loudly, desperately clawing at the desk struggling to find purchase anywhere. “Quiet,” he growls, pressing your head into the desk. Large hand pressing almost painfully down, You can hear him shifting fabric before a heavy cock finds its way to the curve of your ass gliding between your cheeks. Slow and gentle, your mind focuses solely on the feeling as you try to lift it.

“Please,” you whine, face tight as you fight your body trying to not come off as pathetic as you feel. “Please,” you repeat. He leans forward pressing you down with a large hand still pinning your face harshly against the desk. “No,” you moan, feeling the way his voice rumbles against his back. 

“Not this time.” His fingers leave your hole, making you whine in discomfort from not being filled anymore. you have to bite your lip to stop the desperate sobs that threaten to escape. The beast shifted once more, pressing himself between your thighs. “Be good and squeeze for me.” he hisses thrusting slowly pre cum lubing between your thighs as he moves slowly groaning darkly as his hips move. His long tongue falls out feeling you press your thighs together tightly. Sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. You need this, you need him. You could feel your empty hole twitching desperate for more than the finger that has long left it.

Pyramid head just chuckles, his hips moving at a steady pace, the cock was easily the size of your forearm, you didn’t care if it wouldn’t fit, you still wanted it, still wanted to feel it burn as it stretched you. Still wanted to have it split you open like the needy whore you were. You just had to settle with feeling as it rubbed against your sex. Your juices leaked onto it as he continued to thigh fuck you. “Please,” you were starting to feel like a broken record. He picks your head up slamming into the desk, pain blooming from your head. “No!” he growls, moving faster, cock twitching between your thighs. 

“You listen the first time I tell you.” His words were dark, the world spinning. That actually fuckin hurt. You gasp for breath feeling him falter. He must be close, the thought all but confirmed as you are yanked off the desk and forced to the floor the cock inches from your face. A thick hand frantically stroking the cock while the other held you in place. You look up, tongue falling out as you anticipate what he wants you to do cum splashing on your face as he covers you with his spend.

It doesn't take long before he pulls against his groin, growling at you, “clean your mess up whore.” He speaks in such a dark and low tone you can feel it vibrating down your spine. You look up, eyes half-lidded as you begin to lick the softening shaft. The Executioner groans as you work your magic. This was just the start of a very long night. You were completely feral when you came in and no doubt would need a lot to silence that pesky voice in your head. He'll take his time, and you'll enjoy every second of it.

[freedomfireflies]

Remedy*

Summary: An extra for Mine*

You've been feeling a little empty and needy lately. Thankfully, your mafia boss boyfriend happens to have the perfect remedy.

Word Count: 4.1k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞 You are much more important!*

Knock. Just knock.

Your fist shakes as it hovers near the door, heart thumping wildly in your chest from the impending implication.

Harry and Asher have been tucked away in Harry’s home office for over two hours now. You know they have a lot of work to get done, and an important phone call to sit through. And you don’t mean to disturb them, you really don’t. 

But there’s something…wrong.

The faint tingling and fuzzy sensation has been slowly sneaking up on you all week. Occupying more and more space in your mind as the days go by. You’ve wanted to talk to Harry about it, but he’s hardly been around. And when he is around, he’s on edge. And you don’t like pushing him to talk when he doesn’t want to.

But you’ve felt so…alone. So distant from him. He’s here…but he’s not. And you know he’s trying his best to be attentive. Remind you that he loves you and that you’re still his favorite girl.

 But it’s hard. He can’t put his focus into you and his work. He’s only one man.

Normally, you’re all right with that. After all, his job is incredibly important, and you’d never want to take him away from it.

However, the strange feeling in your head and in your gut has urged you to his office door today. And despite the way your mind is attempting to warn you that this might upset him, you can’t seem to help yourself. He’s the only one that can fix you. Fix this thing that’s gone wrong inside your body.

So…you knock.

There’s a brief moment of silence before you hear his voice call, “Come in.”

Somehow, even that rough, familiar drawl does wonders for the ache in your chest, and you nearly whimper as you twist the knob, and push your way inside.

Both men are looking at something on the desk as you hesitantly step further into the large space, seemingly unaware of your presence as they murmur quietly. 

And then…Harry looks up.

“Hi, mama,” he says before glancing back down at the table. “You doin’ all right?”

He’s distracted. They both are, focus solely on the array of papers, documents, and blueprints sprawled before them. 

You nod, hands gathering in front of your stomach nervously. “I’m…I’m okay.”

“Good,” he replies, omitting to look at you this time around. “Do you need anything?”

You nod again, an anxious whine getting trapped in your throat. “Mhm.”

“What?”

You stare at the concentrated man a moment longer before you finally find the nerve to step closer. “You.”

His head lifts, eyes flicking to yours from across the room as Asher leans back in his seat and glances over his shoulder.

“What?” Harry repeats, tossing his pen onto the desk as he straightens up. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow thickly and glance down at your fingernails. “M’just…I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right.”

“What? What doesn’t feel right?” he asks a bit sterner, voice laced with apprehension.

You bob one shoulder up and clear your throat. “I just…it feels really…wrong. It feels…feels empty.”

You catch the way Asher’s eyebrow raises as he looks toward his boss, while Harry crosses his arms and settles back into his chair. 

“Empty?” he repeats, studying you closely. “Empty how, honey?”

You look toward your feet, toe digging into the floor to avoid his scrutinous gaze. “Don’t know, just…I feel wrong. Like something’s missing, like…like I miss you. It hurts.”

You see his expression soften as he nods once himself. “Missing me is hurting you?”

Your eyes fall to his chest as you mumble, “Mhm.”

“Oh, sugar,” he sighs. “Are you feeling a little lost? Did Daddy lose you?”

With a small sniffle, you whisper, “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He contemplates this, tongue running over his bottom lip. “You feel empty, is that it? Need something to fill you up?”

The mere suggestion has you straightening eagerly, thighs already squeezing together as you say, “Yes. Yes, please.”

He smiles to himself, sneaking a glance at Asher before he motions for you to approach. “All right, honey. I’ll make you a deal, yeah? As long as you’re quiet, you can come sit on my lap while Asher and I finish our discussion. How’s that?”

However, you’re already halfway across the room, nearly flinging yourself onto his thighs as he scoots back to welcome you in.

Once sat, he chuckles and loops his arm around your waist to keep you secure, fingers settling atop your leg as you nestle back into his chest.

“Better?” he murmurs, lips ghosting your shoulder as you hum contently.

“Better,” you whisper, snuggling into his warm embrace. “Thank you.”

“Oh, don’t thank me yet,” he tuts, tossing a smirk toward his right-hand man. “Said you needed to feel full, yeah?”

You perk up.

“Well…I can’t exactly help with that right now,” he explains, his touch moving for the soft hem of your dress to encourage it up. “But you can. So, I want you to take your pretty little fingers and fill yourself up for me, okay? Get ‘em nice and warm for me until after our meeting, and then we’ll see how you feel.”

Your chest just about caves in, heart sinking to the depths of your stomach as you whimper and look over at him. You don’t want your fingers. You don’t want him to finish his meeting. You want him. All of him. Right now. Always.

“Uh-uh,” he warns, eyebrow cocking up. “None of that. You said you felt empty, and I’m giving you an answer. If you can’t be grateful, then I’ll send you back out there. Is that what you want?”

You feel your lips pull down into a pout but he merely clicks his tongue, unfazed.

“No,” you finally breathe right as he hooks onto the band of your underwear to help pull it down your thighs. “Be good. Promise.”

He hums, nose nuzzling into your neck. “Good girl. I know you’re feeling a bit floaty today, so I need you to trust me, yeah? Trust that I’ll take care of you, bring you back. Can you do that, honey? Can you trust Daddy?”

The use of the dominant title makes you squirm over his lap as your cunt is exposed to the room.

“Yes,” you whisper, nails scratching down his arms in an attempt to keep his hand between your thighs. “Yes, I do. I will.”

“Good,” he murmurs before slipping himself from your grasp. “Go on, then. Warm those pretty fingers for me, okay?”

With a deep breath, your eyes trail down to where Harry is gently pulling your legs apart, creating a bit more space for your hand.

Then, he lets go, and you nearly wilt as you crawl your touch toward your cunt.

Truth be told, you’ve been soaked for days. While Harry has been rather distracted and distant, he’s not forgotten to offer a few teasing touches or taunting words throughout the week. Even when you sleep, his knee seems to find itself against your pussy, subtly grinding into it until you wake up drenched.

Or when you come out of the shower, he makes sure to smack your ass or press a kiss to your bare back on his way out of the room. 

So it’s easy for you to slip your finger inside now, the much smaller digit pushing past your walls until it can settle inside your cunt.

And it is good but it’s not what you’d needed, and you writhe a bit across his leg before huffing.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, glancing down. “Don’t you feel full now?”

You shake your head and pout.

“No?” he nearly taunts. “Need another?”

Your response only comes in the form of a sigh as Asher smirks.

“Then add another,” Harry instructs, jutting his chin forward as an instruction. “Go on.”

Left with no other choice, you do, your ring finger effortlessly slipping in beside your middle one as you release a deep breath and will your body to unwind.

And once the ache has begun to subside—barely, but still enough to satiate you—you sigh with relief and allow your lashes to flutter closed.

Finally settled, Harry tightens his arm around your waist and returns to the discussion at hand, seemingly convinced you won’t cause any further trouble. “And how’s Parker?”

“He’s good. They don’t suspect him yet but he’s working his way up.”

“And we still have contact?”

“For now, but he’s worried that once he’s infiltrated the inner circle, it’ll be a bit harder to make the drop.”

Harry clicks his tongue in thought. “Are they still tailing him?”

“Not from what I can tell, but I wouldn’t be surprised. They don’t trust him yet.”

“I’ll ask him on the call,” Harry decides, and you open your eyes in time to see Asher nod. “He’ll need to go dark if this is going to work.”

“I agree,” Asher replies, running a hand through his hair. “Do you trust him to do that?”

Harry shrugs and allows his focus to drift toward your legs. “Not exactly. But that’s why we have our alternate plan.”

You’d been trying to be subtle about it, but both men seem to catch onto the way the heel of your hand has begun to grind down against your clit.

It’s not exactly your fault. Hearing them talk about their work has always been rather erotic, and today is no different. Despite the position you find yourself in, you still need more. So much more than what Harry has allowed you, and you can’t help searching for it. 

But Harry tsks when he realizes, snatching hold of your wrist to bring the motion to a stop. “Mama…what did I say?”

You wiggle across his thigh and rest your head back onto his shoulder. “Need…need it—”

“No,” he says simply, tightening his grasp. “Did I tell you to do that? Or did I tell you to keep them warm?”

You pout, gaze trailing across the desk to Asher, who watches with an amused smile.

“Warm,” you finally answer, your voice small and rather desperate. “Just…s’not enough. Need…need more.”

“More?” Harry repeats, looking to his partner as well. “Feeling greedy today, hm? Your fingers not enough, mama?”

You shake your head quickly and turn your face into his neck. “No.”

“I see,” he whispers, lips ghosting across your forehead. “Then what do you need?”

You whine again and push a bit deeper into your cunt. He knows exactly what you need but he loves to hear you say it.

“Do you need to add another finger?” he pushes, moving to tap your knuckles. “Would that be full enough?”

Again, your head moves back and forth fervently.

Asher chuckles under his breath.

“No?” Harry taunts, and you can feel him grin against your skin. “Why not?”

“Too small,” you mumble, nudging your nose under his jaw. “They’re too small…please.”

“Too small, huh?” His palm runs down your arm until he can intertwine his hand with yours. “Do you need my fingers then?”

You go deathly still when you feel him travel his touch between your legs.

He pushes one large digit in beside yours and you gasp as the sensation travels up the length of your spine.

And it is so much fuller but even with three fingers inside your neglected cunt, the tingling, empty feeling remains.

“How’s this, hm?” He begins to stroke your walls softly, ignoring your attempts at squirming. “S’this enough?”

“No,” you breathe, looking down at where his tattooed arm lays beside yours.

“No?” he repeats. He’s far too entertained by this interaction and the cocky glances between him and his second-in-command certainly don’t help you. “What about two, then?”

He adds a second digit, ghosting it through the arousal pooling between your thighs and dripping down onto his pants. 

You’re moaning before you can stop yourself, eyes squeezing shut as you reel. He’s so warm, and strong, and safe. And being cocooned by him is everything you’ve been needing this past week.

“Harry,” you whimper, your other hand gripping onto his shirt to brace yourself.

“How’s that?” he asks again, pumping himself in beside you. “D’you feel full now, mama? Gonna let me finish my meeting?”

It is full. So deliciously full and sweet but it can’t comfort you the way you need. Can’t aid the ache that continues to reside deep in your belly, and you frown as you attempt to thrust up into his touch.

You whine again and take a deep breath, looking for the courage to speak up. But your throat has gone dry, and this overwhelming sense of urgency has overtaken what little common sense you had left.

“Still not enough, huh?” he hums, curling his touch up until you gasp. “Then what are we gonna do, sugar? How are we gonna fix this?”

You wiggle back into his chest once more, your ass grazing the growing bulge beneath his pants almost mockingly.

“You,” is all you have the strength to say. “Please…please, Harry.”

“Me?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “You already have me, mama.”

“More.”

“More of me?” he reiterates, and you nod, ignoring his condescending smile. “Oh. You need something bigger than my fingers, is that it?”

Another nod.

“Yeah? Well, why don’t you go ahead and ask me, then?”

You’d likely be frustrated with him if you had the mental capacity but as it is, your cunt does all the decision making for you.

“Need your cock,” you whisper, once again burying your nose into his neck as if to hide. “Please…please, need it. Hurts, Harry, please.”

“Need my cock to help you feel full,” he says, glancing down at you while you nod. “Oh, honey. Why didn’t you just say so?”

With that, he swiftly pulls his fingers from your pussy and grabs onto your hips, hoisting you off his lap and onto your feet.

Then, he turns you around.

“Take it out,” he instructs softly, curious but loving eyes meeting yours. “S’okay, mama. Can have whatever you want.”

Feeling rather giddy, you eagerly reach for his nice trousers, and undo the belt and button so you can slip inside.

A bit of shuffling follows as you pull him out and take him in your hand before kneeling onto the chair beside his legs.

He helps you along, settling you into a straddle while watching as you guide the tip of him through you. And the chills that explode across your back nearly have you twitching as you begin to sink down.

He’s rather coy and unbothered by the affair but even he can’t resist groaning softly as he helps tug you all the way to his lap. 

Your hands brace to his shoulders while your lips press into his neck. You allow your body to stretch around the large cock splitting you open, gasping when he’s sheathed completely. 

He releases a shaky exhale before wrapping an arm around your back and pulling your chest to his. 

“Okay,” he murmurs softly. “Gonna sit here and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

You nod as you cuddle into his embrace, cheek meeting his collarbone as you sigh. 

“Good girl,” he praises while reaching for the phone. “Asher and I have an important call we have to make. And I don’t want you to make a fucking sound, is that clear? Daddy’s gotta concentrate right now.”

“Promise,” you whimper, knees hugging his hips as you shift.

He hisses between clenched teeth when you do, smacking his palm against your ass. “None of that, either. Want you nice and still.”

Doing your best to stay relaxed, you nod quickly and snuggle further into his warm body. You’ll be good, you will. He’ll see.

You hear him sigh before he calls to his partner, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” Asher replies, his chair scooting closer. “Go.”

Harry’s finger punches into the keypad before the office fills with the sound of shrill ringing. But the moment Parker answers the phone, your eyes flutter shut, and you focus on the feeling in your tummy. Everything is so much better now. So much better and you almost want to cry with gratification.

However, you don’t want to upset Harry by moving or making any sort of noise, so you choose to settle into the comforting cadence of his touch and voice as sleep begins to carry you away.

You make it about halfway into dreamland when you suddenly feel him readjust in his seat, hips subtly thrusting up into you as a surprised pant catches in your throat.

But you remain quiet, hands fisting his shirt as you keep your muscles rigid and unmoving. He told you to be good, so that’s what you’ll be.

Then…he does it again. But this time, your clit is softly grazed by his abdomen, and you can’t help the desolate moan that comes free.

His arm tightens around your lower back in warning, forcing your throat to constrict out of apprehension…

…until he does it again.

You jolt, lip between your teeth as you begin to shake your head swiftly. You can’t stay quiet if he’s going to do this. If he’s going to fuck his cock into you while forcing you to remain unperturbed.

It’s cruel, and sadistic, and somehow…you expected nothing less.

“We’ll need to arrange a safe location,” Harry says to the man on the phone before he rolls forward and makes your nails scratch down his chest. “Make sure you aren’t being followed.”

“Copy that,” Parker replies. “Matthews has two on detail and three that take the night shift. There’s a small window between four and five a.m., but I’m not sure—”

You don’t hear the rest when Harry suddenly uses his grip on you as leverage to grind you down into him once more.

He’s trying to break you. Trying to find a reason to punish you. 

You know this is just as torturous for him as it is for you. You can feel him twitching every time you take a breath and subsequently flutter around him. Can feel his breath hitch whenever you sigh into his neck and rest your lips on the vein below his ear. Can feel his fingers pressing indents into your hips as he fights the urge to throw you onto the desk and split you in half.

But he won’t be the one to cave. After all, he promised to take care of you, and he’s trying his goddamn best to do that.

You’re just making it so hard.

“—which won’t be a problem,” Parker continues. “Unless there’s a complication with the shipment, in which case—”

“Fuck,” you mewl before you can stop yourself, the sound of your arousal coating Harry’s cock filling your ears.

But your outburst brings the office to a quiet halt as Harry licks his lips and grunts beneath a strained breath.

“Problem, sir?” Parker asks.

Harry’s nails dig into your side in yet another warning before he grits, “No. Not at all. Proceed.”

Parker does as instructed while Harry presses his mouth to your ear and mumbles, “What did I fucking say, hm?”

“Can’t…can’t help it,” you whisper back. “You’re being mean.”

“Daddy is not mean, little one,” he retorts darkly. “I’m providing you with a nice cock to keep warm and you’re disobeying my one rule. How is that mean?”

You whimper again and press your face into his chest. “Trying to be good, promise.”

“Are you? Doesn’t feel like it with the way you keep clenching around me. Thought you just needed to feel full, hm? Yet here you are, trying to use me to make yourself come.”

“No,” you argue softly, head shaking yet again. “No, swear—”

“—by the river. Does that work?” Parker suddenly calls, forcing Harry’s attention back.

“Yes. That’s fine,” Harry grumbles, and you peek out from where you’ve hidden yourself to see his reaction. His eyes are on Asher, brows furrowed and frown heavy. “We’ll send for your location then.”

“Copy. Matthews doesn’t seem to have the file with him, but I believe if I can—”

Harry thrusts up again, chest knocking into yours as you turn away and stumble over a rather depleted whine.

“There you go again,” he scoffs quietly. “Disobeying me after I’ve been so good to you. Should I have Asher put you in the other room? Make you sit there, all empty and tingly until I’m done?”

“No,” you just about gasp, arms wrapping around his neck almost as if trying to cement yourself to his body. “No, no, Daddy, please—”

“Thought I told you to be still,” he hisses, and you swallow thickly. “Think I can’t feel you trying to brush your little clit against me? Think I can’t feel your thighs shaking?”

“Mean,” you whisper, fingers tangling in the material around his collar. “Trying to be good—”

“No. No, I don’t think so. Think you’re trying to make Daddy mad.”

“Not. Swear—”

“Then stay fucking still,” he snaps as the call suddenly grows quiet.

“Sir? Still?” Parker repeats as your cheeks warm. “Would you like me to suspend the mission?”

“No,” Harry growls, turning toward the phone. “Not you. I’m dealing with something rather frustrating over here.”

And even though Parker can’t see you, the idea that he’s now in on the compromising position you find yourself in makes you shiver.

Of course, Harry notices, groaning to himself when he feels the way you tighten around him. “Fine. You wanna come so fucking bad? Then do it, mama. Come on my cock right now. Let the boys hear you.”

And perhaps on any other day, that thought would push you over, but today…it makes you whine. You don’t want anybody else to hear you. You just want him. You want the only person in the world who can satisfy this floaty feeling in your head. The only person who can make you smile, make you happy, make you feel full.

Truth be told, you’d like to crawl inside his skin and live there but you suppose having him hold you is as good as it can get.

Of course, he knows this. Knows exactly how to treat you when he’s lost you to your subspace. And while you know he’s keeping a careful eye on your mental state to make sure you aren’t being pushed past your limit, you also know he enjoys dragging you along for the ride.

You like when he gets rough—when he gets mean. Something about trying to please him when you’re feeling this vulnerable does something for both of you. It’s thrilling and just a bit frightening. You never know what might set him off and you live for it.

“What’s the matter, hm? Gone all shy on me?” he taunts in vicious sneer. “Thought you wanted to come, honey. Giving you exactly what you want and now you don’t want it?”

You do want it, you do. But you don’t want to share this with them. Don’t want anybody else to get in the way of you and him. Even if they’re simply sitting there listening.

“Go on,” Harry repeats sternly. “Don’t test my patience, mama. I haven’t much left to offer.”

His hands move to your hips in an attempt to help grind you over his cock and the moment his touch sears through your flesh, you gasp.

The first few seams of your orgasm unravel quite quickly as you release a loud and depraved moan. 

It rings through the room, bouncing between the walls until Harry’s touch tightens and you feel his chest vibrate with a rather barbaric growl.

You aren’t afforded the chance to wrap your head around the sudden turn of events before Harry is ripping you off his lap and slamming your ass onto his desk.

Out of your peripheral, you catch Asher standing up as well so he can pick up the phone and drop it back down to effectively end the call.

Once Parker is gone, Harry’s eyes flick to his second-in-command. “Get out,” he seethes, fingers already curling around your thighs as he spreads them. “Shut the door.”

Asher does nothing more than nod before turning on his heel and heading for the hallway, leaving the two of you alone.

And once you are…everything changes.

Harry’s hand finds your throat as he pushes you down into the wooden table so he can loom above you.

“All right, mama,” he begins deviously, face hovering only inches above your own.

You pant excitedly as his cock brushes against your clit. 

He smiles.

“It’s my turn now.”

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~ Other Harry Blurbs

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synopsis; you were an ideal student. obedient, quiet, educated, and experienced. oh haewon was not. immature and childish, yet still above you academically and with everyone wrapped around her finger. everyone except you. you refuse to be reeled in by her natural charm and hope to make it out of this project alive, with or without her.

trope; non idol!haewon x fem!reader, sort of academic rivals to lovers, uni au, fluff,

wc; 5.1k

cw; some swearing

a/n; just wanted to write something a little silly :3 seeing haewon with kids is so </3 didnt proofread again and im zzzz

“… and Song y/n, your partner will be Oh Haewon.”

“WHAT?!” A pair of shrill voices rang out throughout the classroom, causing not only the students but also the professor to jump at the sudden sound. 

You wildly grip at the pen within your hand, the plastic material beneath your fingers creaking and threatening to break at any second. No. There's no way you’re paired up with her.

Oh Haewon, second year university student, business major, and the bane of your existence. 

She is loud, immature, annoying, always out partying, a chronic class-skipper, never pays attention during lectures, and never actually talks about the material during discussion. She claims that everything she does is a form of “networking,” but you don't buy it. It's all just an excuse to keep on slacking off. Despite this, almost everybody who came across Oh Haewon’s path practically fell in love with her at first sight. 

Everyone except you. 

The worst part about it all? Was the fact that she was seemingly the best performing student out of all the classes you two ended up taking together. She somehow managed to even beat you. No matter how good you do during exams or projects, or how long you dedicate to studying, Haewon always manages to get a higher score. You don’t think she even studies!

You, Song y/n, were a perfect student. Business major, second year, and valedictorian of your graduating high school class. You were quiet, but confident, you always turned your assignments in on time and dedicated many hours of rigorous study time for all of your classes. You held a paid internship on campus as well as an executive board position within a business club on campus and a volunteer organization as well. The odds were entirely in your favor.

Your horrified gaze slowly shifts towards the other girl from across the room, who sat in her seat with her hands dug deep within her dark bobbed hair. Seems like Haewon wasn't all too fond of the idea of being your partner either.

Timidly raising your hand, you try to speak up, try to fight for better treatment for you and your sanity, but the professors ice cold glare cuts you off as he speaks,

“As of now, partner assignments are final. If there are genuine issues between partners that hinder either one's ability to create an effective marketing strategy, come to me in a week. No sooner. I specifically hand picked your partners for a reason.” 

You silently slump back down into your seat, defeated, and you can hear a faint thump from across the classroom. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Haewon’s face buried within her desk. Must’ve slammed her head into the table at the news. You would have done the same if you cared as little for your image as Haewon did.

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The sound of snickering and nails quickly tapping against a phone screen was all you could hear within the silent study room. Your eyebrow twitches irritably as you try to focus on the powerpoint slide in front of you, but the words on the screen seem to melt into one another as you hear the girl slam her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. 

Unable to subdue your temper, you slam your laptop screen shut, the sound bouncing off the rooms walls as Haewon jumps within her seat, nearly dropping her phone as she stares at you with comically wide eyes. 

“Are you serious right now, Haewon? I haven’t even seen you actually add anything to the presentation since we got here.” 

The shorter girl rolls her eyes as she leans back in her chair, avoiding your gaze as she responds, “We already established who’s doing what, I can just do it later,” She shrugs, and the careless sight irritates you to no end. “You do the more technical stuff like research, budgeting, or whatever,  while I do the stuff that actually matters like target audience analysis and promotion– ‘cause I highly doubt you know how to actually charm potential investors with that stick up your a–”

Heat rapidly rushes to your face as you lunge forward across the table, hand slamming onto the table as you stick your finger in Haewon’s face to cut off her sentence. “That is just… So… Disgusting!! How can you even speak to me like that?!” 

You knew how to socialize and talk to people…! It's just that nobody ever wanted to stick around, that's all… And you preferred it that way, actually. Nobody can drag you down if you simply stick to your numbers and graphs, no people involved.

Haewon snickers at your response as you sit back down, rubbing your temples as you try to steady your breathing, a bit embarrassed that you allowed yourself to snap like that in front of her of all people..

“Look, if you were just going to do it all at home, why are you still here?” You try to speak in a neutral tone, but it was difficult to remain composed after your outburst. You can feel your eyebrow twitching once again as you speak.

A sinister smirk forms on her lips as she finally looks you in the eye. “‘cause I know it pisses you off.” 

You have to firmly bite the inside of your cheek to the point where you worry about drawing blood in order to hold yourself back from tackling this girl and beating her to a pulp right then and there. Taking a deep breath, you simply open your laptop and get back to organizing the format of the presentation in silence. Fine then. She can go on and be that way and be uncooperative. What did it matter to you? It seemed like you had to do most of the work, as always. From above the top of your laptop, you can spot Haewon rolling her eyes once again and resume texting whoever may be taking her attention away on the phone.

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Unfortunately, Haewon was not as incapable as you expected her to be. She actually put some effort into her parts of the project, and they were actually pretty good. She knew exactly what people wanted, and even proposed ideas you never would have thought to be effective on your own. Haewon was a people’s person, and people with that kind of natural charm make it far within the world of business. Asking to change partners would prove inefficient for you.

You’d never tell her that to her face though. 

For the rest of the month, you and Haewon had come to a mutual agreement. Meet once a week on Wednesdays, around 2-4 PM at the business building on campus. Work on the project, then leave. More often than not, the two of you would work in silence, and you simply chose to not make any comments if she happened to be on her phone giggling to herself during the session. She wasn’t worth it. Besides, you had other things to worry about. Upcoming midterms, exec board event planning, your internship. It was a lot, but you could handle it as long as everything went according to your precise and calculated schedule.

Haewon had been pretty respectful of your established meeting time for the past three weeks, but of course, something had to come up when week four came around. Right when you had another major presentation for your business club to prepare for as well. You had been settled down into the study room you always rented out every Wednesday tapping away at your laptop when your phone vibrated. Unusual. You had do not disturb on. 

Oh Haewon [13:55] – hey

Oh Haewon [13:55] –  i wont be able to make it to the business building on time today

Oh Haewon [13:55] – i would ask to rain check but i know ull throw a fit bc i ruined ur schedule or sum

Oh Haewon [13:55]  – so can u just meet me at the child development lab instead?

… Child development laboratory? Your eyebrows knit together as you stare at the text on your screen. What could she possibly be doing there?

Come to think of it, you don’t really know much about Haewon to begin with. You tried to rack your brain for any information about your class partner outside of the obvious, and… Nothing. You knew nothing of her hobbies, interests, actual activity outside of her public outings. Not that she really mattered or interested you in the slightest, but the idea of simply being out of the loop with someone who played a major part in your weekly schedule made you a bit… Uncomfortable?

Sighing, you begin to pack up your belongings. She could have at least told you this before you already arrived and got settled in the private study room. That's what you get for being 30 minutes early to everything, you suppose. You now either have to move everything in your schedule back, or do a whole revamp of the entire week. You take a breath. It’ll be fine. 

If your memory serves you correctly (in which it always does) the next bus that arrives will take you near the lab. An annoyed huff leaves your lips as you zip up your bag. So much for routine.

Your phone rings out one more time.

Oh Haewon [14:07] — skasdkfj apple kjj k

You’re convinced Oh Haewon has officially gone crazy.

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After hopping off the bus and walking in whatever direction Google Maps told you to go, you eventually found yourself at the doors of a building you’ve only ever occasionally passed by on walks. It had a mural of multiple colorful images along its walls, from a giant sun with a smiley face to different kinds of flowers and other doodles scribbled on the brick. Your eyes shift towards the side, where a fenced in play area lay. The sounds of multiple children laughing and screaming made a small smile form on your lips, and you couldn’t help but approach the edge of the fence to watch the young ones play.

You weren’t all too big on kids, more focused on your own academics and staying afloat while in university, but the sight of them still managed to soften your harsh demeanor. They were so innocent and pure, you sometimes wish you could go back in time and relive your childhood once more. You catch sight of a little girl chasing another, flower in hand. The both of them laughing excitedly before one screamed out, “let's go show Haewon-unnie!!” 

Haewon-unnie?

Cocking your head to the side in confusion, you watch as the pair of girls scamper towards the wall of the building, where a very preoccupied Haewon remains, squatting down while a horde of children literally climb all over her. One of the kids had a hold of her phone, and another was choking her, his arms wrapped around her neck in an attempt to dangle off of her like some sort of monkey bar. 

You would’ve laughed at the sight if it didn’t look like Haewon was on the brink of actually getting taken out by a mass of children.

“Haewon?” You call out.

The smothered girl’s head whips towards the direction of your voice, though she struggled to exactly spot you as one of the little girls started to cover her eyes very aggressively as she begged for a turn to play with Haewon.

“Y-Y/n?” She squeaks out, gently shaking the climbing kids off her as she meets you at the fence, one of the kids in her arms as the rest of the kids flock after her. It almost looked like she was a mother duck with her little ducklings. 

The child in her arms was holding a rolled up pillbug, and you find yourself incing away at the sight of the isopod, a bit deterred from bugs. “Hey,” Haewon simply greets, looking a bit exhausted, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the kids or the sight of you.

“Hey…” you greet back awkwardly, looking down at all of the kids by Haewons feet. You had no idea how old they were— honestly you had no idea how kids of specific ages were supposed to look like, but with how these kids were acting, you assumed they were possibly around kindergarten age? 

Each and every kid had something very interesting to say.

“Haewon-unnie, can you please play pretend with us? We need a dog!!”

“Haewon-noona, look at this dead mantis I found!!”

“Haewon-unnie, who's that?? She's reaaallllyy pretty !! Can she play with us?”

“Yeah yeah!! Can she? Huh??”

Haewons face immediately flushes red as she uses her free hand to cover one of the little girl’s face in its entirety as she goes, “Hyunjoo, shush!”

You cover your mouth with your hand to hide the smile forming on your lips, “So… Is this what's stopping you from being able to meet today?”

An exasperated sigh escapes Haewons lips as she nods, “I can't leave until one of the workers or researchers on shift turns up and it's been like an hour and nobody has shown.”

A small frown tugs on your lips as you listen to what Haewon has to say, watching as multiple children tug at the hem of her shirt from every direction, and one was even trying to untie her shoe. Haewon looked.. Helpless, albeit a bit desperate as well. None of this was your problem really, worst case scenario you just had to do Haewon’s half of the work that was meant to be completed today. Yet you still find yourself looking between the overwhelmed Haewon and the kids and feel a sense of familiarity towards the circumstance… You can't believe you were doing this. 

“I.. Can probably help you out until someone arrives.”

Haewons eyes widen as the kid in her arms tries to feed her the pillbug, in which she arches her head away as she speaks, “Really? I wont be messing up your perfectly punctual schedule you have for today? I bet you had to make some sacrifices to come here.” She teases near the end of her sentence, and you feel your face heating up once again.

“I don't….!” You exhale, “Have a schedule…” You lie through your gritted teeth before shaking your head, “Look, do you want my help or not? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to–”

“The project, yeah yeah I know. That's all it is with you, isn't it?”

Offended, you open your mouth to retort until Haewon opens up the fence gate to allow you in, immediately sending around two or three children your way, tugging at your hands, shirt, and pant legs as they guide you inside.

“Don’t be too rough with her, guys!”

For the next hour or so, you had learned a lot whilst working with the children at the lab.

For starters, you had learned that Hyunjoo had a crush on Jeonghyun last week, but now has a crush on Hwan after Jeonghyun accidentally spilt grape juice on her dress. Also, Bora and Somin are best friends, but only one of them got invited to Kiwoo’s birthday party on Saturday, so there's some unresolved tension in the air.

Alongside the lives of these children at the facility, you also learned a bit about Haewon. 

“Yeah, I spend my free time volunteering here when I don’t have class. There's not a lot of teachers here who research, and there's even less students majoring in child education or anywhere else in a similar, so I figured it’d be nice to help out while my schedule is still free,” Haewon says while sat down in a comically small chair, watching as a small girl pours muddy dirt water from a toy teapot into her even tinier toy teacup. 

“A lot of parents within the town need a place to drop their kids off while they work their usual nine to fives, and the children's education department needs all the help it can get. Sometimes I skip class to cover shifts just so these kids aren't alone… And sometimes I just skip because I’m hungover,” she chuckles.

You feel your heart melt a bit at Haewon’s words as you hold one end of a jump rope, aiding the two girls from before in their game. Haewon was actually… Sweet? At least with kids. They all seemed to naturally flock to her, and she had no problem talking and interacting with them in return. You on the other hand were a bit awkward with the kids, but it was alright because kids don’t think anything is awkward at this age. This wasn't the lazy, inconsiderate asshole you’ve been despising for the past year.

Staying silent, you nod as you simply listen to Haewon ramble on, sharing little tid bits and stories of her life you never would have heard otherwise.

“I tried to get my roommate, Jinsol, to join me one day and it went to actual shi– I mean, it went horribly,” Haewon corrected herself with a very indiscreet cough before continuing on, “They all ignored her! When she tried talking to them she made the kids cry. She didn't even do anything and they already didn't like her!” She laughs out as she makes her way to tend to another kid, a little boy latched onto her leg as she goofily limps her way across the playground.

“Still, I’m surprised they like you so much. You’re normally such a stick in the mud. Maybe the kids see something I don't.”

Furrowing your brows, you look back at Haewon, but she was already preoccupied trying to separate two boys that were trying to make beetles fight in a plastic bucket. See something she doesn't? What does she even mean by that?

The children had the both of you running around like headless chickens. A pair of girls wanted to play house with you two, and assigned you and Haewon as “mom” and “dad.” Needless to say, it was awkward, the first interactions between you and the shorter girl being rather stiff and tense– but you also learned that you are actually an incredible child actor once you got into it, and played the role of “mommy” perfectly in (all of) their eyes.  

Another pair of boys wanted to use you and Haewon for a piggy back ride race. Apparently, being cooped up inside studying all of the time did not make you the most fit person, and Haewon quite literally left you and your piggyback partner in the dust. You couldn’t be mad about it though, she the kid looked happy.

In due time, a fellow university student finally arrived, apologizing profusely for the tardiness as Haewon simply waves her off, insisting it wasn’t a big deal and she wore out the kids to make things easier for the next shift.

The pair of you wave goodbye to the kids as you close the fence gate behind you, dusting off your hands as Haewon lets out a sigh of relief, taking a moment to relax and stretch as a cool breeze picks up. You decide to close your eyes and take in the peace as well. You don't know when was the last time you really did anything “fun” or even let loose for that matter. The kids were a lot, but it was refreshing. Different.

The sound of Haewons stomach growling breaks the comforting silence, and you open your eyes, looking at the shorter girl with a quirked brow.

“Have you not eaten yet?”

“Ahah… No.” She sheepishly comments, “Normally I grab something to bite between my shift and our study sesh on Wednesday, but I’ve been helping out for hours by now.”

Unexpectedly, a wave of concern washes over you as she speaks. 

“It doesn’t matter though, let's find somewhere to finish up the last part of our project and we can finally leave each other alo–”

“You’re going to eat.” The words almost seemed foreign coming out of your mouth, or perhaps they felt that way because you were speaking them to Haewon.

Confused, Haewon stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “What?”

“You’re going to eat,” you repeat matter of factly, “You can't focus on the project if you’re hungry.” 

Quickly tapping into your phone and looking into google maps, you were quickly able to find a restaurant nearby for the two of you to dine at. 

“There's a restaurant about a 10 minute walk away from here. It closes at 7. We’re going.”

Before Haewon can even get a proper response out, you had already grabbed onto her wrist. You really didn’t want to think too hard about what you were doing… What are you even doing? Shaking your head, you drag her down the street, the bob haired girl nearly tripping on her own two feet before she falls in line next to you, just about as confused and unsure as you were.

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The walk to the restaurant was… Fine. Albeit a bit awkward. Haewon wasn’t really expecting you to take her somewhere to do anything but study, and you weren't really expecting yourself to do that either. Apparently Haewon was the type to strike up conversation when things become awkward– unfortunately for the both of you, you were the complete opposite. So for the next 10 minutes, Haewon would make some off comment and you would simply mumble or hum in response.

Soon enough the two of you arrive at the restaurant and its definitely more on the high-end side. Dark yet warm mood lighting illuminated the interior, and the pair of you were seated near a quiet corner of the establishment, a charming bell shaped light hovering above the two of you as you blink. This setup was a bit more… Romantic, than expected; but if the food was as good as the place looked, you decide it was worth looking past.

You were handed menus as well as lemon water, and you peek over the paper to look at the girl across from you.

“Order whatever you want, I'll pay.”

A dry laugh escapes Haewons lips as she places the menu back down on the table, “oh no you’re not.”

Her response catches you off guard, and it 100% was shown in the contortions on your face. You were certain she would have jumped on the opportunity for free food. This girl was simply full of surprises, wasn't she?

“You helped me out today with the kids, I’m paying you back like the gentlewoman I am.” Haewon’s statement was firm, but you were stubborn.

“Oh yeah? With what money?”

“Hey!! I work for my money! You don't know me as well as you think you do, y/n.”

“Uh huh… so tell me then. Who is the true Oh Haewon?”

After placing your orders (you had gotten malatang while Haewon very stubbornly got herself an order of galbi and a strawberry lemonade) Haewon props her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her hands as she smirks, “what do you want to know?”

You guys then proceeded to spend the next two hours eating and chatting. Turns out Haewon wasn't all too bad company when she wasn’t existing to purely spite you. Haewon shared many interesting things about herself, like how she actually doesn’t like drinking at the endless networking parties she attends, or how she was actually fluent in spanish, or how she had no idea what she wanted to do the first year of college, but ended up transferring into business because it was the only thing that simply clicked for her. After some pressure, she even caved in, reluctantly admitting to be… Envious of you?

“Me??”

“Uh, yeah! I mean I do well in my classes and stuff, but you practically reek of academic perfection— it's actually kind of sickening,” she snorts, taking a bite into the meat on her plate as you roll your eyes. “You’re basically every professors favorite ideal student.”

“Me?? The favorite??” You scoff, “I thought you were the favorite! You act out and talk about anything in class and the professors still love you regardless! You get nearly perfect grades on every exam and have a million friends in every department, you don’t even have to try!”

“Seriously? No way. I know I'm funny and all, but I know the professors are disappointed I wasn't involved with any extracurriculars or anything. Probably think I'm wasted potential.”

“Well I know for sure they were concerned I have like, no friends or connections. That's wasted potential.” 

“Wait— do you think—“

A moment of realization hits both of you like a truck.

“Ohhhh… that's why professor Wang paired us up.”

“Yup.”

A short pause passes between the two before you snort, holding back a laugh as Haewon giggles, running a free hand through her hair as she shakes her head, “That's so dumb…”

Allowing a comfortable silence to pass, you finish up your food. It was good, and you kept your eyes out for the server to approach so you could pay. Haewon had excused herself to the bathroom, and you paid no mind to it as you absentmindedly scroll through your phone, remaining attentive to your surroundings as you do so. 

After a few minutes, Haewon returns, a very untrustworthy smile curled on her lips as you squint at the sight. What is she trying to get at?

“Alright, let's head out!”

You look up at Haewon from your seat in confusion, “but I didnt pa—“

That familiar smug grin was plastered on Haewon’s face again. “I paid for it already.”

“What?! How? When?” 

“I didn’t actually use the bathroom.” She snickers while leaning on the table, arms crossed in satisfaction.

Haewon seemed to have more manners than you expected as well, it seemed. She beat you at your own game, as she always seems to do. You’re left there shocked for what felt like a whole minute before you shake your head, chuckling dryly as you get out of your seat. 

“Okay Oh Haewon, you win this time. Let's go.”

Haewon wiggles her eyebrows teasingly as she follows you out the doors, “‘this time,’ huh? Are you implying there will be a second time?” 

You raise your hand to silence the shorter girl, and she can't help but laugh at the gesture. You bite your lip to hold back your own laughter, but a silent puff of air still manages to escape your feeble attempts.

Her eyes light up as she notices this. “Aha! I saw that! Come on now, y/n. Why are you holding back on me? What? Are you afraid to show any signs you might like me a little now?”

Under normal circumstances, you’d find yourself seething with rage at the other girl's comments. You’d think to yourself: who was she to poke fun at you? She's nothing but rude, childish, and every other insult above. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t be allowing yourself to laugh freely into the air, the sky above you and Haewon slowly morphing from blue to orange as you finally release all of the tension pent up within you. 

But this wasn’t a normal circumstance. You honestly had no idea how you even really ended up here to be honest. You were supposed to be at home by now, typing away at yet another project for some big club or company in your large sea of responsibilities. Instead, you find yourself walking down the sidewalk on the outskirts of campus with no other than Oh Haewon, your (now seemingly one sided) academic rival, laughing away, and actually thoroughly enjoying her company.

The pair of you find yourselves back at the lab, but the air was quiet this time, the stars above beginning to emerge from the blanket of night. You lean your back back on the fence, arms propped up behind you as you look back at Haewon as she stands in front of you. You weren't that much taller than her, maybe by an inch or so, but the fact that she had to crane her neck ever so slightly in order to make eye contact with you gave you a teeny tiny ego boost. 

You can’t believe you were smiling right now, and it was because of the girl in front of you. “Y’know, I thought I had you pegged, but turns out I was wrong. You’re not all too bad when you decide to be.”

Haewon grins playfully back at you, absentmindedly fiddling with her fingers as she nods, “You’re not as prissy and snobby as I thought you were either.”

You simply hum in response, taking a moment to look back up at the stars scattered throughout the sky. If you didn’t go out tonight, you would've missed all of this. You can't remember the last time you actually took a moment to enjoy the night. It was beautiful.

“So… About this ‘next time’ you mentioned…” 

Your gaze shifts back down to Haewon, and you notice she's inched closer. Smiling, you remain leaning on the fence, undeterred. “What about it?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, y/n. Are you saying you want to see me again even after this project is done?”

It's finally your turn to be smug. “And what if I am?”

Haewon is caught off guard. “...Then… I would also like that.”

Your smile softens as you take one of her hands in yours. Haewon’s hands were surprisingly small, and also quite soft. You slowly raise it to your lips and plant a soft kiss on the back of it, letting the feeling linger for a moment before pulling away, still holding her hand in yours as you look at Haewon. Her pale skin turns bright red for the second time today. A soft laugh leaves your lips at the sight. 

“Cute.”

Unfortunately, your romantic gestures are met with a punch to your side and a flustered groan as Haewon twirls around in an attempt to hide her face. “You really are annoying, you know that?!” She exclaims, already walking in the opposite direction as you chuckle. When was the last time you had fun like this?

“So. Same time next week?” You call out, and you’re very charmingly met with a childish middle finger stuck into the air. With that gesture alone, you already know she’ll make it to the next project meeting right on time.

[underdark-dreams]

A gift fic for @catsharky featuring their beautiful bard Tav, Ember! Fueled by catsharky's mind and by the amazing art of Ember & blushy Rolan trapped in a closet 😳

Pent Up

"How long has it been?" As the new Master of Ramazith's Tower, Rolan finds himself short on personal time. Then he finds himself trapped up against the bard.

Tags: Trapped in a Closet, Tails, Touch-Starved, Explicit Sexual Content

Word Count: 4,383 [Read on AO3]

For all its wonders, Ramazith’s Tower offered a staggering lack of privacy. 

Perhaps few wizards had families; Rolan couldn’t think of another good reason why such a palace would have only one decent bedroom within its walls.

It hadn’t seemed like a hindrance the first days Cal and Lia moved in. They’d managed to find their alone time on the road from Elturel where privacy was nonexistent, hadn’t they?

After four weeks of Cal’s snoring and Lia’s constant tossing and turning in their beds beside his, Rolan felt like a bowstring ready to snap. Between the shared quarters and all of the newly inherited duties of managing Sorcerous Sundries, let alone cataloging the Tower itself, Rolan found himself…well. Out of time for his own needs. 

More bluntly, if Rolan didn’t get himself off in the next tenday, he feared he might actually burn down a wing of his brand new library from sheer sexual frustration. The thought didn’t even embarrass him at this point—that’s how absolutely desperate he’d grown.

And of course the dreams weren’t helping.

That made Rolan’s focus falter for a moment, and the books he was levitating to the floor above slammed into their shelf with far too much force. He cursed under his breath and concentrated fresh on the next stack of tomes beside him.

Of all the people for his subconscious to latch onto, why, why did it have to be Ember? He respected her and valued her friendship more than just about anyone’s. He looked forward to every moment he got to spend in her company, in fact. 

Yet lately, Rolan’s sleeping mind conjured up scenarios where he took her in every position on every surface imaginable.

Pressed into silky sheets—bent in half over his desk—on her hands and knees on the carpet, the wood floor, his own bed, Ember’s fists gripping the bedding beneath her as he—

“Hope you’ve got a good spot to hide up here!”

Rolan heard the jingle of bells behind him before he’d even turned from his work. Her voice sent a pang of mortification through him, as if she too might have glimpsed those images flashing through his mind’s eye.

Ember was dashing toward him from the Tower portal, still dressed in one of her stage costumes. She was barefoot save for a ring of little bells around each ankle, and her tail swung wildly behind her for balance as she ran into the room.

“What in the hells—” Rolan began, this time failing the final gesture of his spell. The tomes that he was carefully guiding upward lurched and crashed against the polished wood, toppling back down several floors. Rolan ducked aside just in time as they landed with a sharp thump at his feet.

“Explain,” he demanded curtly, knowing whatever story the bard had would be outlandish.

“That Aradin, remember?” Ember pulled up in front of him, clutching a stitch in her side. “Stupid bounty hunter? His crew’s downstairs. They seem very put out that he’s dead,” she added, letting out a breathless laugh. 

Rolan failed to see the humor. “You mean you led them here? From wherever you were doing your—” 

He tried and failed to find the right word, instead waving a hand around her figure. Ember’s attire revealed a strip of bare skin from her neck to her navel, and that sight had scattered Rolan’s thoughts around his skull like marbles.

“The Elfsong,” Ember supplied, not acknowledging his sudden fluster. “They didn’t recognize my stage disguise, but I overheard them planning to come here and shake you down for what’s owed them. You’re welcome for the head start,” she added, propping a fist on her hip.

Rolan tried to ignore the attitude as he bent to pick up his damaged books in a huff. “They do know Lorroakan’s dead too, correct? Whatever contract they had with him was never any of my business.”

Ember spread her arms wide in impatience. “I know that, Rolan, but they’re fucking idiots!”

“Let’s just call Aylin to stomp them to death,” Rolan muttered savagely, not altogether joking. 

Rolan had fended off Aradin’s rude threats for his entire apprenticeship, and now that he was Master of the Tower himself, he was in no mood for more of that lot barging in and demanding things. After watching the aasimar dispatch Lorroakan, Rolan suspected that Dame Aylin would share the feeling.

“Nice idea,” Ember allowed, “but unless you’d like blood on your new carpets, I suggest we make ourselves scarce. Like now. You know you’ve still got a portal down there practically labeled ‘Real Nightsong Hunters This Way’?” 

This brought Rolan up short with a curse; Ember had a terribly good point there. He could kick himself for not having the sense to fix that glaring security risk before now. 

Considering the slew of Gazette articles speculating wildly about how Ramazith’s Tower had fallen into his hands, perhaps it was wise not to add any other deaths to his first month as Master.

When he straightened, Ember was already casting around the cavernous interior for a suitable hiding spot. “There,” she pointed up suddenly. 

Apparently done trying to urge him on with words, Ember’s fingers clasped over his, and the next thing Rolan knew she was dragging him bodily up the staircase. The books under his arm tumbled again to the floor. 

Through his surprise, Rolan felt something wet between their palms. He glanced to find that her hand was spattered with blood.

“Did they hurt you?” Suddenly furious, Rolan nearly stumbled on a stair behind her. A handful of defensive spells sprang white-hot into his mind.

“Oh, no—” Ember dismissed the idea. “It’s not mine.”

That only raised more questions, but there was no chance to form them as she yanked him onto the open landing. When Ember made a beeline toward the narrow door between two ornate shelves, Rolan tried to object. “That’s only a—”

Ember threw the door open and practically shoved him inside. 

“—closet,” Rolan finished deadpan, even as the bard jostled in behind him, swinging the door to its latch behind her. The space was comically small with two people.

Or it would have been comical with someone else.

Instead, Rolan found himself suddenly pressed up far closer to Ember than he ever had been outside his own mind. Standing chest-to-chest, he was painfully aware of every spot where their limbs brushed together—especially when her hand accidentally swung against the robes at his thigh.

It finally made her pick up on the tension radiating around him. Ember cleared her throat, although her eyes were sparkling with amusement. “Unless you’ve got a better idea?” 

“No,” was all Rolan had time to say before the whirling sound of the portal below traveled up to their ears. The two of them froze still. Ember's eyes on his face went wide, as if it might help her hear behind her better.

Over Ember’s shoulder, Rolan could only see a thin vertical sliver of the lower dais through the crack in the closet door, but it was just enough. 

Into the room shuffled two men, one dark and one fair. Rolan indeed thought he recognized them from Aradin’s crew back at the Grove. They moved warily across the central floor with hands near their weapons, as if expecting an ambush. When the blonde-haired man turned slightly, Rolan glimpsed two fresh streaks of blood running from his nostrils. 

Almost as if someone with quick reflexes had jammed the heel of their hand against his nose in a defensive move, bloodying their palm in the process.

“I see,” Rolan whispered, partly to himself. “Any chance you instigated this whole thing?”

“He deserved it,” Ember whispered back with vehemence. “He called you a—” 

Their eyes met for a second, and just as Rolan’s heart began to pound at how close her face was, she glanced away.

“Let’s just say he had Aradin’s vocabulary,” Ember finished.

So she had bloodied a man’s nose to defend his honor? He should find it absurd, but at this moment, all Rolan could think was how pretty Ember looked with her jaw set in righteous indignation like that.

“I’m flattered,” Rolan told her, only half-joking. He glanced back through the crack in the door, partly to distract himself from her again. 

The two thugs had quickly given up any pretense of stealth in favor of searching the premises. Their unguarded footsteps were enough to track them, and after a short verbal exchange those heavy treads spread out to explore the floor below—far from Rolan and Ember’s hiding place.

“What if they steal something?” Ember whispered suddenly.

Of all Rolan’s concerns right now, that was by far the least pressing. “The stuff they’re looking for is all down in the vault. But I’d love to see them try, this place has enough defensive enchantments to flatten a troll, some my own magic. They’ll get knocked out if they so much as crack open a book. Though I doubt they can read,” Rolan added.

That made Ember laugh, a breathy and quiet sound—Rolan felt it against his cheek and hoped she wouldn’t notice the way he swallowed hard at the sensation. 

With the two intruders blundering about so loudly, it suddenly seemed like an unnecessary risk to keep the door cracked open to watch them. In one move Rolan reached around Ember’s arm for the doorknob, pulled it shut, and muttered a quick incantation. The lock glowed blue-white with a series of clicks, now magically secured from the inside.

It was a slight change, but it somehow made the cramped space feel far more intimate. The light streaming under the door was just enough for him to make out Ember’s face a mere foot from his own. 

Shelves packed with broken baubles of unidentified usefulness lined the walls around them, muffling the sound in the small space, everything but their breathing. Ember was close enough that Rolan felt her every exhale tickle his cheek.

“Now I guess we wait,” she said. 

Rolan nodded, then remembered she might not be able to see. “I suppose. Hopefully those idiots lose interest fast.”

“What about Cal and Lia?”

“They’re both at Alfira’s,” Rolan answered. Worry ran through him for a moment, but they wouldn’t be back for at least an hour. By any luck Aradin’s old crew would be long gone by then. Good gods, please. Rolan didn’t think he’d survive an hour in a confined space with Ember’s body brushing up against him without doing something immensely embarrassing.

There was another muffled pause as they both shifted on their feet. One of Ember’s bells gave a tiny jingle.

“So…what’s new with you?” Ember’s quiet voice shook with mirth. This whole situation was apparently all good fun for her.

Rolan found himself enjoying it for his own reasons, but not any he remotely wanted to admit. The slashing neckline in Ember’s shirt offered a very generous view of her chest from this angle, and it took most of his concentration not to stare. He shifted again in an effort to put more space between them—with little success.

“Nothing but the usual,” he told her, grasping at the distraction. “Organizing Lorroakan’s hoard of magical artifacts, putting the library in proper order. Preparing the Tower’s defenses for the army marching down on the city any day now.”

“Sounds stressful.” Ember frowned at him a bit. “Don’t you take any time for yourself? Have a little fun?”

“When exactly would I have a chance to do that,” Rolan laughed mirthlessly.

And that was precisely the problem, wasn’t it? 

As though Rolan’s subconscious hadn’t taken over after enough inaction on his part. As though exactly four nights ago he hadn’t experienced a dream shockingly similar to their current scenario, one where dream-Ember had instead dropped to her knees with lovely lips parted to take him.

As though Rolan hadn’t jolted awake at midnight, sweaty and tangled in his bedsheets, hard cock in his own grip—

That alarming line of thought was interrupted when one of Aradin’s men called to the other. This time, the voice came from just a few meters outside the door. 

Both of them froze at the sound. Rolan’s mind was actually distracted by the threat of a confrontation, though only for a moment.

Whether from nerves or something else, Ember’s frame shifted in closer against his. He thought he could almost feel the heavy beat of her heart through the muffled and dim space.

The motion notched their bodies together in a new way. With his next smallest of movements, Rolan felt one of her thighs nudging in between his legs.

No—no no no, not now—

Yet blood was already rushing south of his waist in a primal reaction to the contact. Rolan clamped down with all his mental training, willing his body not to do anything so humiliating while she was trapped up against him like this with potential danger just outside. He conjured up thoughts of death, and pain, and anything that might distract his touch-starved body from the destination it was already barrelling towards headlong. His tail tip flicked eagerly behind him, and he coiled it around his calf to hide his tell.

But she was so firm and warm against his groin, and despite his best efforts, Rolan felt himself stiffening against her under his robes. 

Ember’s eyebrows rose silently. Rolan felt the hottest blush blooming all over his face in response.

“Ignore that,” Rolan whispered curtly. Looking at any part of her only made his face burn even more, but it was hard to find anywhere else to look in their close quarters.

Ember bit and released her lower lip. “That’s going to be hard,” she whispered back. 

Her choice of words made him wish the floorboards would open up and swallow him. Gods, this was humiliating. 

“Do you always get this excited from the thrill of danger?” Ember continued in a teasing whisper.

“Now’s not the time,” Rolan hissed at her, trying to ignore the way she had angled herself slightly against his side. 

“Or maybe it’s the close quarters—”

“Hush—” Rolan was genuinely trying to listen, unsure whether the intruder had moved away or was close enough to hear their whispered exchange. He was in no state to concentrate on spellcasting at the moment.

As he strained his ears, one of his arms nervously bumped against Ember and actually grazed the soft curve of her breast. Her breath hitched against his ear.

Fucking hells. Rolan thought every bit of him could melt on the spot—all but the length between his legs, which was now hard as a rock against the side of Ember’s hip. Rolan tried to shrink back further against the shelving behind him, but there was nowhere left to go. 

Ember certainly made no move to give him space. “Didn’t know you had it in you,” she whispered coyly. “Honestly, I’m flattered.”

“This isn’t because—” Of you, Rolan wanted to tell her. But that seemed rather insulting, not to mention a bald-faced lie. He let out a shaky breath. “I’ve…not had much time to myself lately, that’s all.”

“Oh,” she replied. Rolan could practically feel Ember’s eyes on the side of his face. “Oh.”

A pause followed in which Rolan stared up at the dark closet ceiling and wished to disappear. Outside, there was a more distant crash and a yelp—one of the idiots triggering an arcane trap, no doubt. He felt a twinge of satisfaction. They were the whole reason he was stuck in this predicament.

“How long has it been?”

Rolan glanced down at Ember, whose face was tilted toward him sincerely.

“A few weeks,” he mumbled, then looked away again. “Almost four.”

“Damn,” Ember whispered.

“Yes,” Rolan said stiffly, continuing to avoid her gaze as prickling heat climbed up his neck. “So if we could just—wait here quietly.” 

Ember let out a low, thoughtful hum. Something about the sound made Rolan’s palms sweat where they hung at his sides. 

“How quiet can you be?” She asked him.

It took Rolan several moments to catch her meaning. He blinked at her in shock, certain she must be trying to tease him again. “What do you—”

“Because we’re alone right now,” she interrupted. She spread her palms to each side, as far as the cramped walls allowed. “And you've got nowhere else to be at the moment, right?”

She was so close Rolan’s eyes had to flick back and forth between hers. “That’s insane,” Rolan said hoarsely.

“Is it?” Ember sounded quite serious, though she kept her tone to a whisper. “Listen, Rolan, you’re not subtle. I’ve noticed, everyone who cares about you has. You’ve been impatient, and snippy, and Lia said you keep forgetting projects in the middle to start new ones.”

“When did you talk to—”

She didn’t slow for his question, and Rolan felt her hand actually curl up over his shoulder. His skin glowed with heat under her touch.

“For your own sanity, you need to get off,” Ember finished.

“I’m not going to—while you’re standing right here,” Rolan choked out. His mouth refused to repeat the phrase.

Ember was so close that he actually saw the color travel up her cheeks. “Rolan, seriously…you’ve been staring down my shirt every ten seconds. And you’re practically impaling me with that thing in your pants.”

All Rolan could do was squeeze his eyes shut with a small groan of humiliation. “I’m sorry.”

“You don't need to be sorry,” she told him, and with his eyes closed, he heard a new note in her voice. “I’m telling you I can help.” 

As she spoke, a soft hand closed across Rolan’s mouth. 

His eyes flew open in shock to find hers. Ember’s luminous blue-gold gaze looked at him from under her lashes, sending a wave of heat rippling and licking across the skin under his robes.

With heart pounding in his chest, Rolan connected the dots. She could help. She could keep him quiet.

As his breath panted faster under her hand, Ember tilted her body slightly against his. Before he could think, she moved her free arm as if to reach between his legs.

Rolan shook his head frantically. If she touched him there, this would all be over. Not to mention…some small part of his mind admitted…he wanted to feel Ember’s hands there for the first time under different circumstances. Some night when he could take his time with her on even footing.

She had withdrawn her hand immediately at his indication, resting it gently around on his back instead. It was almost a sweet gesture—until she used the leverage of her pressed palm to roll her hips very slightly over his trapped thigh.

The small motion slid his hardness against her side through layers of clothing, and the simple friction made him throb. Rolan moaned at the back of his throat and felt the vibration stopped up by her hand. His tail had uncurled from his leg to shudder and flick in excitement again, nearly knocking something glass off the shelf behind him. Desperate to keep quiet, Rolan wound his tail up Ember’s leg with the tip brushing against her thigh. 

She bit one side of her lip in response. At that sight, had her fingers not been clasped firmly over his mouth, Rolan would have closed the distance to kiss her.

While he panted and wished, Ember’s hand trailed down the back of his robes with no particular goal in mind. But when her fingers met with bare skin at the base of his tail, Rolan jerked involuntarily as a strangled groan rose from his chest. 

The fingers of her other hand clenched tighter over his mouth. Ember stared at him, eyes wide with surprise and something like delight. 

The last working bit of Rolan’s brain recalled her upbringing among non-Tieflings. Was it possible—could she not realize what a very sensitive area that was?

She appeared to be getting the picture either way. Without moving her hand from his lips, she curled four fingers ever so lightly to cup around the base of his tail.

“Wait,” Rolan managed to gasp out against Ember’s hand, and she slid it down to his chin. His length throbbed painfully against his trousers, pressing obscenely into her thigh, yet she made no move to adjust positions.

But Ember did hesitate as she watched him. “Does that hurt?”

“No, hells—” Rolan shook his head in a daze. “Far…far from it.”

Ember looked over his face with almost curiosity, and then her lovely fingers squeezed slightly around him.

“Wait!” Rolan repeated, and his tone shot up to a quiet whine. He was past trying to control his reactions, trembling and heated with weeks of pent-up desperation, but it felt vital to salvage what shreds of his dignity remained before she tipped him over the edge. And she had him very, very close.

“This isn't how I wanted—with you—but it’s been a gods damned month between everything, and Cal and Lia—and I’m master of the Tower now, and there’s the Absolute—”

Whether or not Rolan’s whispered and disjointed rambling made any sense, Ember had the grace to watch him from under her lashes until he sputtered out. In the next moment, she uttered the sultriest thing he’d ever heard. 

“Honestly, Rolan, I just want to watch you come all over your robes.” 

With that, her grip tugged firmly at the spot where his tail met his ass. 

If not for her other hand clamping over his mouth again in the same motion, Rolan would have let out the most humiliating whimper of pure relief. Instead the noise was a muffled strangle of sound as his body gave her exactly what she wanted.

With a full-body shudder, Rolan twitched and spilled inside his trousers. His fingers clutched and dug at Ember’s hips with a mind of their own, pulling her forward shamelessly, allowing him to finally grind against her thigh in earnest as he came.

The wave of long-awaited release shot all the way up his spine with an intensity that made his knees buckle. Ember pressed his hips back against the shelves with her own just enough to catch him, sending the precarious tinkle of metal and glass around the small space—but her hand pumped a few more times over his tail to tease every last wave of pleasure from between his legs.

Rolan’s limbs trembled and shook from the force of the most satisfying climax he’d had in years. As white stars behind his eyelids popped and cleared, hot, sticky spend pooled in the fabric between his legs…then rapidly turned cold and mortifying. All Rolan could do was hang his head over Ember’s shoulder and pant against her hand.

At this moment, he’d give half his tower to know a good Banishment hex.

But if Ember was put off by his loss of control, she certainly didn't show it. Instead she let out a sound like a satisfied purr; she finally released his twitching, oversensitive tail to wrap both arms around his neck.

Rolan felt drunk in his afterglow, too spent to do anything but loop his arms around Ember’s waist and bury his flushed face into her shoulder. He realized through the haze that he'd heard the portal activate a while ago, though it hadn't registered then. They'd been alone in the tower for some time.

“Feel better?” Ember asked, her cheek resting against his shoulder.

It was difficult to answer. On the one hand, he could sob from the relief. On the other, Rolan had just done the most unimpressive thing against the leg of the very woman he wanted to impress most.

But Ember hadn't pushed him away in disgust. She was even closer than before, the length of her body pressed up comfortably against his as she hugged him. If not for the cold wet stain soaking from his clothes into hers, the position would be quite nice.

Rolan cast a simple spell as his energy returned, and the fabric between them was instantly warm and dry again.

“I've felt worse,” Rolan admitted as he reluctantly drew her away. Ember had begun to feel a little too nice pressed up against him; he wasn't taking any chances on a repeat.

“Good.” Ember looked down to brush herself off a little, and Rolan wondered whether he was imagining the darker color in her cheeks.

Without another word, Ember wheeled to open the door and accidentally thumped up against the unyielding wood. “Ouch—”

“Sorry,” Rolan said hastily, releasing the arcane lock with another quick spell and a flash of light. The door swung open.

They both stumbled slightly on the way out, blinded by the daylight streaming through the highly arched windows after so long in a dark enclosed space.

Ember walked ahead first with a hand shielding her eyes. “Well, looks all right out here…they didn’t try to trash the place, at least.” 

Rolan glanced at her to respond, then stopped short.

He gaped open-mouthed at the back of her. From between the seams of her costume, Ember’s tail looped up in a perky and exaggerated S-curve. The sight was utterly adorable and incredibly tantalizing all at once. It also offered a very nice view of the curves of her hips, and Rolan could only blink and swallow hard as his mind whirred through several possibilities to land on the obvious one.

Had she enjoyed that?

Apparently unaware that her tail was curling and swaying at him in a come-hither motion, Ember turned back to him with a bright, unsuspecting smile. Rolan rushed to compose his face.

“You should come to my show this week,” she told him. “It’ll be fun. Bring Cal and Lia, relax a little. You’ve gotten all pent up in here,” Ember added, waving an arm around the cavernous tower.

He would say she had no idea, but in fact, Ember now knew intimately well. 

Thanks to the electrifying realization that she had some feelings of her own about the matter, Rolan was able to manage a shaky laugh. 

“I might just chance it.”

[jungkook97]

and if you let me;; jjk

pairing: non idol!coworker jungkook x reader

word count: 1.9k

rating: teens & up!

genre: romance & fluff, cheesy confession, jungkook is a nervous guy in luv, also is silly, dorky, sweet, etc. (all the adjectives!)

summary: it was your last day at work and jungkook, who has a big fat crush on you, throws a going away party before you go.

notes: there's hardly any plot lmao it's just a hit of dopamine/feels i guess HAHAHAH :) i love him so much and my feelings are at an all-time high with the new gcf that came out!!

this is for nei (@melancholy-of-nadia)!!! luv u!!

© jungkook97 2023. do not repost or modify. please ask for permission to translate.

Jungkook was annoyed. Very annoyed.

As you howled in laughter at Hoseok’s antics, Jeon Jungkook was in his little corner, crossing his arms and shaking his head. 

It wasn’t that he was jealous. In fact, Jungkook was pretty confident and had somewhat normal self-esteem levels, but he felt like he was running out of time.

Running out of time for what, you ask? Confessing his love to you.

It was an open secret on the office floor that Jungkook had the biggest and loudest crush on you, making it real clear to all the guys in the office that you were the love of his life (on the clock, anyway). He liked people who were great at their jobs, and you were, to say the least, great at it. As your new boss and your guys’ boss fought for dominance to get you as an employee, it was clear that you were irreplaceable in the workplace, and that somehow made you even sexier to Jungkook. 

At first, it was all a physical thing. You were a looker with brains and a dry humor that Jungkook appreciated in a workplace filled with kiss-assers. It was easy to flirt with you, and it seemed like you were 110% flirting back, which, a few months down the road, got Jungkook to freak out. 

Surely, it was one thing to flirt with coworkers nonchalantly and another to deliberately be a boy loser about it. He was down bad at the 3-month mark and found himself counting the days when you would return to your cubicle, which conveniently was next to his. 

Every day, he swung by your desk trying to be smooth, only to trip up somehow. Whether it be the intonation of his voice or him tripping over his own feet, he would kick himself silly mentally before lamenting to his best friend and work confidant, Kim Namjoon at the water cooler hours later. 

“I swear I cannot walk around her!” Jungkook would sigh loudly, swirling his coffee stirrer as Namjoon chuckled, leaning against the counter before patting his coworker on the shoulder. 

“It’s okay, dude. I’m sure she doesn’t even notice it like you do,” Namjoon would reassure him even though he knew you would eventually find out (you would of course, but unaware how deep Jungkook’s love for you was). 

A year would swing by until you finally broke the news to the office that you would be leaving for another job with higher pay, and it felt like Jungkook’s world came crashing down. How could he continue working at this job if you weren’t next to him, giggling at his stupid jokes and his stupid short haircut that he specifically cut to make himself look even hotter for you? How could he possibly get through several rounds of meetings if you two weren’t playing tic-tac-toe on the memo pad the two of you would share? Or the times when Jungkook would go out of his way to the coffee shop to get your usual honey oatmilk latte from Urth Caffé? Or the time Jungkook would time his lunches so he could sit with you for the whole hour? 

And so, Jungkook devised a plan to break the “news” that he was in love with you, hoping that you would feel the same way. He orchestrated the going away party first, going to a KBBQ spot with your closest coworkers before doing karaoke with drinks. Because how else was Jungkook going to relax around you?

Jungkook could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest as you giggled at his innocent joke about Hoseok’s dance moves as your delicate head leaned against his wide shoulders. His stomach lurched forward as he coughed to cover his nervousness up, pouring yet another glass of soju for the two of you. You gladly took it, clinking the glass against his before taking a swig, and swallowing the alcoholic contents as you clung into Jungkook for the next hour. 

Jungkook was elated of course, but he didn’t wanna give much away, closing his lips together as he thumped his fingers against the table, encouraging your former coworkers to drink more. 

An hour passed and you were blasted, still hollering and hooting for the dancers, Hoseok and Jimin, to continue as karaoke night came at a fever pitch. At this point, you and Jungkook were inseparable, and he has made major moves to the level of your comfort: 1) putting his arm behind you and 2) crossing his legs so he could tap his feet against yours. 

As you hummed quietly to yourself, you shivered at the cold air coming through the AC. Jungkook saw and immediately grabbed his leather jacket, putting it around you. 

You thanked him, leaning against his chest as the two of you cuddled. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat as he flushed red, again covering his flustered self with a cough. 

“Are you getting sick?” you inquired, looking up at Jungkook with a pout. His eyes twinkled at this point as you cutely and drunkenly put your hand up to his forehead, trying to feel his temperature. It was going up all right, and Jungkook turned even redder than the tomatoes in the ramyeon in front of you two. 

“Uh,” was all Jungkook could say, stuttering his way into a lame excuse. “The ramyeon is a bit too spicy that’s all, haha.”

He did his best to chuckle sexily as you sighed, frowning. 

“Should I have asked for it to be mild?” you inquired, grabbing the menu from the table. “If I had known you didn’t like spice, I would’ve ordered it.”

“Oh no, i-it’s okay!” Jungkook hastily replied, putting the menu down. He was freaking out, and a few of the boys were starting to notice the two of you being rather cozy.

“Man, I have never seen Jungkook look so happy in my entire life,” Taehyung teased, snorting into his beer and pointing at the both of you. 

Jungkook frowned, still beet red. 

“W-what are you talking about?!” he fired back at Taehyung. All the second youngest in the office did was shrugged, smirking. 

“Oh, now you’re playing stupid,” Taehyung drunkenly laughed, leaning against you as he whispered something in your ear. 

Jungkook’s stomach bubbled in nervousness while Taehyung chuckled after saying his piece which made you giggle a bit.

“Yeah, he can be obtuse sometimes,” you replied, glancing back at Jungkook. He flushed again, his stomach in knots. Did you know? Were you playing with him? 

As the night progressed, you began acting more and more wild, making Jungkook laugh uproariously at your behavior. Seeing you loose made him happy and glad that he planned the goodbye party in the first place. He clapped and cheered for you as you attempted badly to sing Whitney Houston’s “I’ll Always Love You”. Even if you were off-key, he still found it endearing that you even attempted. 

Your unabashed confidence was shining through, and something ignited within Jungkook. It was then when he realized how much he liked you and seeing this side of you made him want you even more. The desire to be even closer than you two already were, and the desire to be intimate was growing inside Jungkook’s already big and kind heart, and he wanted to do something more. 

It wasn’t too late when everyone began to go home, leaving the two of you alone. You had Uber’d your way to the noraebang so Jungkook offered naturally to take you home after sobering up. 

As the two of you walked to the car, you instinctively but a bit impulsively wrapped your arm around his. His stomach lurched forward as his heart beat unbelievably fast, making him cough out of nervousness. 

“You okay?” you asked worryingly, slurring a bit of your words. Jungkook was a bit concerned for you as he gripped your arm tighter around his bicep, leaning against you. 

“I am,” he hummed lightly, opening his Mercedes GT door for you before guiding you in. “Are you okay though? You had a lot to drink.”

He strapped you in with the seatbelt as you smiled warmly. At this point, you two were really close to each other, feeling each other’s warm breaths as Jungkook’s big eyes stared into yours. He lamented quietly that you weren’t entirely there, wishing you were entirely sober so he could just kiss you right then and there. Your red warm lips were calling to him, and he wanted to kiss you so fucking bad, but only if you let him. 

God, you’re so beautiful right now, he thought.  

“What?” you laughed softly as he snapped out of it. 

“N-nothing.”

Clearing his throat for the 1529458th time, he pulled away from your warmth and back into the winter air. Sliding his hands together to keep warm, he sprinted to the driver’s side of the car, sliding in before turning the engine on. The hot air swirled through the cabin as he turned the lights on and navigation took you home.

Not much was said during the ride to your house. Surely, he didn’t want to interrupt you slowly dozing off, mumbling to yourself as your hand laid on the center console. Jungkook’s hand was firmly on the shift gear but it achingly wanted to be there as well, holding your hand. He wanted to warm you up so badly, just like how he did it all night with you. 

There must have been real chemistry between you two up until this point, Jungkook thought. There was no way all of this was platonic or you had been leading him on. All the flirty exchanges you two had for the past year started replaying in Jungkook’s mind like a broken video tape, replaying over and over until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

He had to tell you. He had to confess.

-

As the car came to a stop and turned off, he went over to your side to open the door again. You woke up to the brisk cold air hitting your face as you were startled awake. Jungkook’s dark silhouette encapsulated you as you pulled out of the car, only to slip from the ice below and into Jungkook’s arms.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as he caught you immediately into his embrace. His firm, yet warm body was pressed up against your own as you giggled drunkenly, trying to maintain your balance. “God, I’m just all over you tonight huh, Jeon?”

You could feel his heavy breaths on you as you looked up. He was already staring down at you with a soft smile, his cheeks pink. 

You wondered if he was going to keep hiding it from you. You knew for quite some time that Jungkook liked you a bit too much, and even in your drunken state, you wanted to tell him it was okay to lean in for a kiss. You liked him too, and you wanted him to be yours. 

Under the dim streetlight, he ever so slowly leaned in, closing the gap between you two. His eyes were pensive, thinking a bit too hard on this, but you had already made up your mind.

Kiss me, Jungkook. 

“If you let me,” he whispered right before your lips touched his. 

You pulled him in, kissing him. His eyes closed immediately as he took control, squeezing you tightly as you two softly kissed each other, keeping warm.

Snow was falling lightly on the both of you as your lips slowly made a grin when the two of you parted.  

“Always, Jungkook.”

[opiopal]

Short fic, I didn’t to a spell check or anything, probably kind of sucks lol,

Imagine being at a party at the demon lords castle,

Asmo helped you pick out a fantastic outfit but it’s still so wildly uncomfortable, and you don’t really fit in anyways, being dressed so fancy while surrounded by demons who would view your bank account as pocket money is just… not it.

So you’re sticking to the wall as out of sight as possible, walking around fidgeting with your glass of demonus and just kind of wanting to go back home.

But then you bump into your boyfriend!- as if it was a mistake, mammon was already looking for you since he’s incapable of being away from you for more then five minutes.(as if you weren’t the same, but I digress)

He can’t even get a word out before you wrap your arms around him and squeeze, which catches him off guard but he quickly reciprocates the hug, you just really wished you were both at home, by yourselves… hm.. well no one’s really paying attention to you two anyways…

You look around the room after pulling away from the hug, putting your glass on a random decorative table and grabbing his hand, mumbling a soft “follow me,” As you promptly drag him off somewhere.

Lucifer had noticed you both leave and decided to give you the benefit of the doubt that you wouldn’t let his brother steal anything. But as the minutes tick by he cant help but get more paranoid. So after the longest 20 minutes of his life passed he politely excused himself from his conversation with Diavolo, and quickly made his way down the hallway he saw the two of you disappear down. As he walks he doesn’t notice anything out the ordinary, Nothing is out of place, that desk is right where he remembers it to be, so is that painting, so is that knocked over flower pot- knocked over flower pot?

He stops as he stares, feeling irritation start to arise. Of course the both of you just had to make a mess of the demon lords castle. He knelt down and propped the pot back up as he heard a thump near by, he glanced around a noticed a few paintings on the wall were crooked, as if someone had bumped into them. He stands up and continues to walk down the progressively out of order hall as the door to a closet grew closer, a door in which he could hear an occasional thump, gasp, and giggle from the other side. But just as he got closer all the noise abruptly stopped, shushing was heard, then a very quiet “ah shit,” from his little brother.

Just as he approached you both suddenly walked out of the closet, both looking a bit embarrassed but keeping it all together, Lucifer raises a brow.

Lucifer: and what exactly were you two doing?

Mc: just- uh,

Mammon: walking around,

Mc: yeah that,

Lucifer: in a closet?

Mammon: yup- it’s, very spacious in there.

Obviously he eyes you two down, he sighs and shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Lucifer: just. Get back to the party. Both of you.

Mammon: you know what you are completely right my dearest older brother who we both respect

Mc: yup!

He shoots you two a glare, at your honestly pretty weak attempts to flatter him to avoid being in any form of trouble. Of course the glare is all you both need to quickly rush back down the hall and back to the party.

(Bonus: if you had worn lipstick, it’s definitely not just on your face anymore,)

[faebaex]

Tangled in Wonderland - Cornered

author note: Hiii next chapter! I’m so glad you guys enjoyed the twist, it makes me so happy! This might not be the chapter you expected, as it focuses more on the aftermath, but rest assured more is to come! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ Please make sure you read the warning underneath before proceeding to read this chapter. Thank you!!

characters: Rook Hunt x GN!Reader

Warning: This chapter deals heavily with mental health, with a description of a panic attack from the outset and descriptions of depression early on in the chapter. This chapter also mentions stalking. Please do not read if these topics make you feel uncomfortable in anyway.

“… Vital signs… Erratic…”

“… scan of… quickly!”

“… Bioscan…”

You felt disorientated. A ringing in your ears, accompanied by different, distinctive sound, drowned out most of the sounds you could hear. It took you a moment to realise that the other distinctive sound was the thumping of your own heartbeat in your ears.

“… Complete… Pref… signs… attack…”

Your entire body felt rigid, as if encased in ice, yet your skin felt like it was on fire. There was a deep dread, which felt like it was simultaneously seeping out of your pores and clawing up your throat, threatening to close it in it’s merciless grasp. You couldn’t breathe. Were you going to die? Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t—

“P-prefect!”

The feeling of hands on your shoulders suddenly brought your awareness back, and you realised that you were still in Idia’s dorm room. But something wasn’t right… What was happening…? What is that noise…?

“Prefect, I need you to breath.” Idia told you, his voice not stuttering despite the frantic look on his face.

What is he talking about? Is that sound… You?

It took your brain a moment to process that you were hyperventilating, your breathing coming out in short, terrified gasps. You were shaking violently, and it felt like Idia’s hands on your shoulders were the only thing keeping you grounded.

“I-I can’t!” You managed to wheeze out, your voice high-pitched and laced with distress. Your eyes darted around the room wildly, as if you were looking for somewhere to go but finding no way out.

“Yes you can,” Idia instructed firmly, “focus on me, and I’ll help you.”

Your eyes snapped onto Idia’s golden ones, and you held onto his gaze like it was your only lifeline, because in that moment, it felt like it was. Slowly, he coached you through how to breath, counting steadily up to five when you breathed in, and down from five as you breathed out, his hands on your shoulders the entire time.

“Commencing bioscan of target…”

You closed your eyes, blocking out Ortho as you focused solely on your breathing. Breathe in for five, breathe out for five, breathe in for five… Breathe out for five…

“… Panic symptoms receding… Heart rate slowly lowering back to base line…”

It felt excruciating, but eventually the ringing in your ears faded away and the thumping of your heart grew steadier. The dread was still there, curled deep in your stomach like a heavy weight, but the fear was no longer clawing at your insides, constricting your throat like a noose. You kept your eyes closed as you continued breathing deeply, until you felt a squeeze on your shoulders. It was light, almost feeling shy, but it was definitely there.

“… A-are you okay?”

Your eyes snapped open, and you finally took in your surroundings properly.

You were still in Idia’s dorm room, sitting on his bed, but now Idia was awkwardly crouched in front of you, his hands on your shoulders, and Ortho was floating beside you. They both looked very concerned, but Idia seemed to notice that they were crowding you a little and let go of your shoulders, sheepishly taking a step back and slowly sitting back in his desk chair. Ortho remained at your side however, head tilted as he studied you.

“… Prefect?” Ortho verbally nudged, and you swallowed. You were frightened to speak. Frightened that your voice would crack and betray your inner turmoil.

“I-i…” You began, and your voice got stuck in your throat. Ortho zoomed to the side, rummaging through one of the boxes you had brought back to the dorm together earlier and returned to you, coaxing a bottle of sports drink into your hand.

“Sip this, you need the electrolytes.” Ortho advised, and your shaky hands struggled with the sealed cap before Ortho pinged it off with one well timed flick. You’d have been amused in a different situation. You slowly sipped at the sports drink, absently noting its berry flavour, as you tried your hardest not to think. You really didn’t want to think right now. Not about that.

“I-I have to go…” You stuttered out. You prayed that your legs would be able to hold your weight as you attempted to stand, and thankfully they were, despite how badly you were shaking.

“Prefect, wait—” Ortho began, but you didn’t listen, heading straight for Idia’s door.

“Let them go, Ortho.” Idia said quietly, slumping down in his chair as he watched you leave.

Your shoulders were hunched and you kept your head low as you walked back to Ramshackle, internally begging whatever cruel fate was out there not to allow you to run into anyone. Thankfully, you didn’t, and you have never been more grateful that Ramshackle was fairly close to the Hall of Mirrors than you were today.

In another positive turn of fate, Ramshackle was empty when you arrived. That must mean you had been in Ignihyde all morning, and the NRC Tribe had already left for their afternoon training in the Pomefiore ballroom. You headed straight for your room, securing the door closed and drawing your curtains, descending your bedroom into darkness. You didn’t even bother changing out of your clothes, immediately seeking refuge in your bed, curled up in the foetal position with your head under the covers. You didn’t want to know. You didn’t want to think. You just wanted the darkness to swallow you up.

You stayed like that for three days.

The first day was a Sunday, so whilst your absence was seen as laziness by your more judgmental peers, it drew no particular concern. But the second day was a Monday – a school day. Grim had tried to drag you out of bed, coaxing and complaining that if you didn’t get up now, you’d both be late. But you didn’t move, and slowly it started to dawn on Grim that something wasn’t right with you. Eventually, and rather reluctantly, he left for school, casting a worried glance at you before he closed the door.

When he returned at lunchtime, he noticed that you had barely moved, and his worry swelled. He had brought you a sandwich he had snagged from the cafeteria, placing it on your pillow as if that would somehow coax you to eat it. He joked that you had to eat, because he needed his henchhuman on top form to be able to carry out all his deeds for him. When you didn’t crack a smile and just stared blankly at him – through him – his fur puffed up, stricken with concern over your state. He spent the rest of his lunchbreak running around Ramshackle, gathering things that he thought could help. He placed a glass of water on your bedside table, and tugged another blanket out of your wardrobe and laid it haphazardly over your curled up form. He even swiped a diffuser from who knows where and placed it on the fireplace by the mirror, the scent of lavender slowly filling the bedroom.

Grim soon had to leave again to return to the main building for afternoon classes, and you were once again left alone. Your eyes were tired but whenever you slept, you kept seeing that picture. Like it had been seared onto the inside of your eyelids and burnt into your brain. You didn’t want to see it. You didn’t want to think about it. So you stayed awake, huddled up in bed and away from the world.

Grim returned immediately after classes ended, his face showing how anxious he was as he opened your bedroom door and hopped on your bed to check on you. He noticed that the sandwich he brought you at lunch was untouched and, in a fit of desperation, he disappeared downstairs only to return with a can of his premium tuna. He placed in by the sandwich and tried to talk to you, only to receive no response again. Ultimately, he gave up, but instead of leaving he dove under the covers and curled up by your side, not moving for the remainder of the evening and night.

The third day mimicked the second, with Grim bringing you another sandwich from the school cafeteria in hopes that it would entice your appetite. He was glum when he left, feeling like he was getting nowhere. But it was that afternoon when he returned from classes that he finally snapped, the anxiety too much to bear. He dove under the covers once again but this time he pressed his face close to yours, his big blue eyes looking straight into yours. You could see the worry and concern swirling in them, a faint glimmer of tears starting to threaten the surface.

“Henchhuman, you gotta eat!” Grim implored, the desperation clear in his voice, “you haven’t moved in days. Should we go to the infirmary? … Tell me what to do!” He begged, wanting nothing more than some guidance on how to deal with this situation, guidance on how he could help you. His desperation only grew as you said nothing.

“Is the food not good enough? Tell me what you want, I’ll get you anything! I’ll even work a shift at the Mostro Lounge to get you the good stuff! J-just tell me what I can do!” It was the sound of Grim’s voice cracking that broke through your somber reverie, like a chisel through ice. Your limbs still felt heavy and your mind clouded by fog, but something inside you had changed. You had been blind to how your behaviour had been affecting Grim, and now guilt started to well up in your heart. You blinked, and slowly you shifted in the bed. Your body felt stiff, your muscles tensing and screaming out at the slightest motion but you persisted until you were leaned against the headboard. With shaky hands from malnutrition, you managed to unwrap the packaging of one of the sandwiches that Grim had brought you, taking a small bite out of one before recoiling and immediately reaching for the glass of water on your bedside instead and quickly sipping some. Your mouth was so dry that it made the sandwich taste like cardboard, and the water turning the sandwich to mush wasn’t exactly any more pleasant but at least you weren’t at risk of choking.

Grim had crawled out from under the covers, watching you with hesitant eyes. You tried to give him a small smile to reassure him but with your lips so dry, it only caused the skin there to crack painfully, so you stopped. “I’m sorry Grim…” You managed to murmur, your voice hoarse, “I’ll come with you to class tomorrow, I promise…”

Grim stared at you for a long moment, worry still shining in his eyes before he shook out his fur and clambered onto your lap, pushing the hand the held the glass of water softly, urging you to drink again. “Y-you better, henchhuman! Crewel has really been on my case, y’know! He said we’d have to do double homework to make up for it if you missed any more classes!” Grim nagged, and it was clear he was trying to encourage you in his own little way, refusing to mention how he had been watching you lifeless in bed for the last few days.

You ate the sandwich in silence, having to force the last quarter down but doing so because you knew your stomach needed the food. The whole time you stroked Grim’s head with your free hand as he laid in your lap. Usually he’d make a fuss if you treated him like this, but today he sat quietly, letting you brush your fingers through his fur.

You took one last sip of water and slowly lowered yourself back down into the bed, forcing yourself to resist curling up in foetal position and give your limbs some much needed stretch. You promised Grim again that you’d definitely go to class with him tomorrow and you closed your eyes, cuddling him into your side.

The next morning was hell. You woke up earlier than you’d usually do, knowing that you’d need the extra time to prepare physically and emotionally to leave your bedroom. You left Grim snoring away in bed as you walked into your bathroom, grimacing as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. The circles under your eyes were awful, and you didn’t want to imagine the snark that Vil would have in store for you if he caught sight of them. This was going to take a lot of work. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, your dull eyes staring back at you. Mentally, you tried to give yourself a pep talk. There was no point getting so distressed over what you had discovered at Ignihyde, you told yourself. You had no leads at the moment, so any lead was a good lead, right…? You felt despair start to curl in your heart when you thought that home might not be what you think it is. Desperately, you reached up and pinched your cheek hard to snap yourself out of those thoughts. Ow.

Thankfully you were up early enough that the hot water hadn’t been used up yet by the rest of your little house guests, so you could at least enjoy a hot shower. By the time you had finally made yourself look presentable enough, it was almost time to leave, so you had to make use of one of the sandwiches that Grim had brought you for you, splitting half with him. Throwing on a face mask for good measure, you turned to pick up your phone from your bedside table and froze. Your hand hung in the air for a moment but then you let it drop, staring at your phone conflicted. Eventually, you picked up Grim and finally left your bedroom.

You walked to classes with Ace and Deuce, who both shared concern over your sudden illness. It seemed that Grim had told people that you weren’t feeling well, and Ace and Deuce hadn’t been able to check on you because Vil was concerned you could be contagious. He wasn’t letting anything ruin their chances at the SDC, especially not the common cold. You assured them both that you were fine and instead asked them about their competition training, successfully filling up the conversation until you reached classes.

The day of classes was dull, and you understood almost none of it considering the past few days that you had missed. Thankfully, you didn’t catch an earful from Crewel. He had taken one look at you before ominously tapping his pointer to his gloved palm a few times before warning you to make sure you caught up on the subjects you had missed. Despite how boring your classes were today, you wished they wouldn’t come to an end. Because you knew when they came to an end, you’d have no choice but to confront the inevitable.

But sooner than you would have liked, you were exiting your final class of the day and splitting off from Ace and Deuce as they went to continue their training at the Pomefiore ballroom, and Grim mumbled an excuse and took off without telling you where he was going. That was never good, but considering Grim had sat painstakingly by your side for the last few days, you could turn a blind eye to any of his troublesome activities for a while.

Muscle memory took you to the library, but as you sat yourself at your usual desk, you found yourself just staring into space. You hadn’t even opened any of the books on your pile. With a deep sigh you pushed yourself away from the desk and took your leave. You knew you had to confront what had been plaguing you these last few days, and even as bile rose up in your throat just at the thought, you needed to rip off the band aid and be done with it.

You had just made it out of the school building and were starting the long walk back to Ramshackle when a voice called out behind you. It wasn’t a voice you wanted to hear, your shoulders tensing just at the sound of it.

“Prefect, bonjour!”

Of all times, now was not when you wanted to have to deal with Rook Hunt.

You sighed as you turned your head, seeing Rook waving at you grandly as he approached you. “Are you walking back to Ramshackle? Then I shall accompany you! I foolishly left my stretching bands, and Vil will be very displeased if I turned up to practice without them.”

“We can’t have a displeased Vil…” You muttered dryly, and Rook nodded in agreement with his usual eccentric smile. “I do hate disappointing beautiful Vil, so let us walk together.”

You knew better than to walk in silence with Rook, even if that is what you would have actually preferred, so you initiated some small talk about how the preparation for the SDC was going. As usual, Rook was eager to sing the praises of the NRC Tribe’s members; he spoke of how much Ace and Deuce had improved with their footwork in leaps and bounds, and how Epel was blossoming into his beauty. How Kalim’s smile shone through even the darkest of practices, and how Jamil was starting to break out of his shell and fill the stage with his presence. And of course, he sang about Vil’s leadership and tenacity to shape even the roughest of stones into beautiful gems.

“Ah, but I digress! I would love to hear about you, prefect! Where have you been these last three days?” Rook inquired, his unreadable eyes fixed on you. His gushing about the NRC Tribe had only taken you halfway to Ramshackle, and there was no point trying to outrun a hunter. That would probably just excite him.

“Oh, I wasn’t feeling too well so I took a couple of days to rest in bed.” You responded. It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but Rook’s eyes narrowed on you all the same before a small smile played on his lips.

“Really? Because I associate the behaviour you are displaying more with fear than fatigue from illness.” He said nonchalantly and you whipped your head around to stare at him before you could stop yourself. He had that infuriating little smirk on his lips as he watched you, studied you, taking in every little detail of your reactions.

“I thought the beastman students were more your vibe.” You snarked at him, not bothering to hide the hostility in your tone, he’d detect it either way. Rook only shook his head, maintaining his smug smile.

“Non, non, non, sweet Trickster! I observe those who interest me, and you are very interesting.” He informed you, taking a step closer to you which made you immediately sidestep away with a frown. Rook didn’t look offended or perturbed, he simply kept speaking. “Your heart rate is higher than usual, your pupils are dilated and your hands are shaking. Your complexion is paler than the norm, and you are wearing concealer to hide some rather unsightly dark circles beneath your eyes.”

Rook watched you as he delivered his analysis but you said nothing, keeping your eyes away from him and staring at the floor instead. Rook was silent for a moment before he delivered his final judgment.

“Those aren’t the symptoms of someone suffering from fatigue, sweet Trickster. Non, those are the symptom of someone who is very scared. What happened to you when you went into Ignihyde?”

You grit your teeth, feeling an odd sense of outrage fill you. It shouldn’t be surprising to you that Rook knew you went to Ignihyde that day, he stalks everyone that he finds interesting, and he already let you know he finds you very intriguing. But no matter how you tried to rationalise it, the knowledge that he had been stalking you had you brimming with resentment.

“If I complained to our beautiful Vil that you have been stalking me, you could lose your position as Pomefiore’s vice housewarden.” You stated cooly, “I might be magicless, but I am the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. An allegation from me would have to be taken seriously.” You hid none of the animosity from your expression as you turned your head to glare at him.

… But his expression surprised you. He had his hands raised in surrender at your threat, but instead of the smug smile he usually wore on his face when he was goading his prey, he looked concerned. Like he was worried about you.

“Forgive me, sweetest Trickster. Usually, I abide by Roi du Poison’s words not to interfere with other dorms’ affairs, but after seeing you look akin to a terrified lamb marked for slaughter, I felt so uneasy that I couldn’t help but check in with you.” Rook told you gently, and you pursed your lips. You didn’t know whether to feel annoyed or thankful for his concern, to be honest. Would he even be concerned over you if you weren’t an interesting little prey for him to toy with?

“You went back to Ignihyde with Monsieur Doll after running into him at the Mystery Shop, even assisting him with his shopping. A kind act from our sweet Trickster. But then you took to your room for days and began behaving like a frightened dove upon contact. Monsieur Doll doesn’t seem like the type to behave untowardly…” Rook continued, watching your expression for even the smallest micro-expressions, no doubt.

You could finally see Ramshackle coming into sight and you had to stop yourself breathing a sigh of relief. Rook wouldn’t be able to bother you for much longer whether he liked it or not – he’d need to get to the Pomefiore ballroom before Vil noticed he had been absent for too long. But considering he knew that you had gone to Ignihyde, you didn’t want him to start snooping around there to see what had happened. What if he found out? Found out that you’re…

Your tone was sharp as you addressed Rook.

“It’s none of your business why I went to Ignihyde. And for the record, Ortho was a very gracious host. You’re doing him a disservice by assuming any different. The fact of the matter is that I got sick. I got sick in a place where I have no family or connections, where I have nothing, so sue me if I got a little shaken up about the experience. Again, not that it is any of your business.”

It was a weak excuse, one that you had thought up on the fly and you were certain that Rook wouldn’t believe it at all. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered what making sure that he didn’t go meddling around Ignihyde and finding out anything. Ortho might be able to hold his own, but you weren’t sure how well Idia would fare against the enigmatic Rook.

You were a little worried that he wouldn’t let it go, but Rook simply nodded. The unreadable glint in his eye was back, so you had no idea what he was thinking. You could only hope that it was something about leaving you alone.

You walked the rest of the short distance to Ramshackle in tense silence, but the ever-eccentric Rook still opened the Ramshackle main door for you with a dramatic flourish, as if he wasn’t affected by the tense atmosphere at all. Of course he wasn’t. Being the root cause of many tense situations must give you some resistance.

You were given no reprieve from Rook yet, considering you both walked up Ramshackle’s staircase for different reasons. You to hole yourself up in your bedroom, and him to collect his forgotten stretching equipment. Now you were wondering if it was even truly forgotten, or if this was just a convenient excuse for him to ambush you. This school was truly turning you into a cynic.

“Trickster, if I may…” Rook began as you began to part at the top of the stairs, ready to turn in different directions for your respective rooms. You stopped reluctantly, but only half turned toward him, showing that you very much considered your previous conversation over.

“This may seem a little ingenuine now, but should you ever feel yourself floating adrift without aid, I will happily be your paddle. You need only let me know.” Rook imparted, and his tone seemed pure, despite how flowery he had come across.

The promise didn’t fill you with any warmth or security, nor did it make you feel bad for the animosity you had shown him, but it did soothe the burn you were feeling from having your privacy invaded somewhat. You didn’t smile, but simply nodded at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.” You responded diplomatically.

Rook’s cheerful smile was back on his face, as if your hostile conversation had never occurred. “Now I must hurry back to my tribe! To think such beautiful moments are happening without me catching sight! A tragedy! Adieu, sweet Trickster, until we meet again!”

You rolled your eyes as you turned away and continued back to your own room. Hopefully that meant that you were free from Rook’s sights for a while. You knew you’d need to be extra careful going forward, as its not like you can tell when Rook is watching you.

You entered your room and closed your door with a heavy sigh, as if you were breathing out all the interactions you had sat through that day. You pulled off your face mask and flung it to the side, taking a heavy seat on your bed. Like it or not, it was time.

Your eyes fell to your phone, that sat cold and discarded on your bedside table. Your only lead, perhaps the answer to everything, was housed inside that phone.

But why was it so terrifying?

You sat there, just staring at your phone for a long moment, trying to build up the courage to simply pick it up and hold it in your hands. You knew you needed to act, you had no idea what time Grim was going to be back home – perhaps early if he was going to check up on you – and you didn’t want to give him any more cause for concern.

You swallowed hard… and reached out for the phone. It was time.

[lostinelsewhere]

Lust - Yautja x fem!oc

word count : 3139

summary : She was as stubborn as can be and ignored his orders to stay in the ship. Reia decided it was a good idea to wander off and bathe in a pond while he was on a hunt, he found her naked and when she disobeyed him again, his last thread of control snapped and she ended on his shoulders naked.

This chapter is the aftermath of ^

cw : interspecies sex, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), biting, thigh fucking, size kink, claws?

a/n : You don't need to read this note but can if you want! It will set the story a little more and help understand their history as this chapter is further in the story.

Kahto’Iktei is a male who has been voyaging alone for centuries, the curiosity of planet earth has gotten to his youngest brother who was now in the hands of a human scientist who worked with the military.

Reia is a 24 year old woman whose father is said scientist. She was at the wrong place at the wrong time and was taken for leverage when Kahto couldn’t get to his brother. 

Now I don’t want to spoil anything but Kahto hates humans and Reia hates him. Down the road though, a tension grows between the both as they learn new things. 

This chapter is set around a month after the taking, so all the buildup has lead to this :P

MDNI, 18+ ONLY. THIS IS ALIEN X HUMAN SEXUAL ACTS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT.

His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took trying to calm himself down. Something in him stirred wildly at the sight of the naked female beneath him. 

Walking back from the pond with her hunched over his shoulder had turned his mind into a mere blob, his senses had left him and bringing her back to the ship had been the only thing he had thought about. 

Now having her in his nest bare had him frozen, unsure of what would now happen. 

The human girl covered herself with her small fingers but that didn’t hide her from his wavering eyes. He could smell what her body craved and she didn’t know he had any idea of it. 

They hated each other, there was no attraction between the both, those were mere words that flew in their vision when they thought of one another. How silly were those words when they were now so close, their bodies screaming for one thing, sex. 

He stepped back from the bed removing his helmet, the metal clunk on his desk making Reia jump slightly as her heart thumped hard against her ribcage.

She barely had time to react when rough hands grabbed her hips pulling her to the middle of the furrs, her body sliding against their softness.  

Reia squeaked as she reached to grab onto his tight hold as Kahto’s tongue slid across her cunt making her gasp at the sensation, it was so much smoother than a human’s tongue.

The sight of this male between her legs made her want him more. His tongue left her a moment after and she groaned, but quickly snapped her eyes open when she felt something probe against her entrance. Reia rose on her elbows breathing heavily. 

“Y-you’re not going to put those in me?” She stuttered nervously, eyes wide watching the clawed fingers near her entrance. 

Kahto chuckled looking up from between her thighs, eyes glossy with hunger. 

“I won’t hurt you, little human.” He purred, pressing his tongue against her leaking cunt. “They may seem sharp,” he slowly slid his finger against her thigh, “but they are only harmful with the right amount of pressure.” She bit her lips when he pressed harder knowing it would leave a mark. 

Kahto enjoyed the sight of her reddening flesh as he continued lower, never pressing hard enough to draw blood. 

“Only the best hunters know how to control their strength,” his eyes locked onto hers making her stomach flip, “lucky for you, I am one of the finest hunters I know. And I know of many.” He chuckled before biting her thigh, his tongue dragging until her folds were in his mouth. 

Reia moaned, arching her back as she felt his finger slip inside her, she was wet enough for him to easily enter and Kahto growled at that. 

She tasted so divine, better than he could have imagined. The little taste he’d had before she’d stopped him hadn’t been enough for him to realize how much he enjoyed it. He’d never gone down on a female, foreplay wasn’t something his kind did and a female Yautja would never let those mandibles near them, they’d have his head before he’d be able to even try. 

He felt her clench around him as he licked the little bud he’d learned was her clit, he had spent late nights researching about human females anatomy and had wondered if what was written had been true. The videos he had watched had seemed exaggerated at the pleasure one could get from this little organ. 

He was surprised when she moaned again when his thumb grazed her nub and the way she smelled different. The scent of her arousal was more potent as she seemed to near an orgasm that he didn’t know would come so quickly. 

Kahto wasted no time to set a pace her body seemed to fall apart under, his tongue flicked against her folds and up to her clit while he tried to insert another finger. 

The human girl gasped trying to squirm away at the stretch but groaned when he grabbed onto her hips with his free hand, laying it flat against her stomach holding her down. 

“You can take it, girl.” He rumbled against her, slowly pushing his finger in. He pumped in and out feeling her clench around him and picked up speed. Reia swore she saw stars when he growled, the vibrations against her cunt felt like heaven. 

Kahto felt his cock ache and grinded his hips against the furrs, he hissed lowly when his cock caught against his loincloth. He knew the human couldn’t handle him, but he knew he may not be able to control himself once she cums around his fingers moaning his name.

Everything was becoming too much for Reia, the assault on her clit and his two fingers, that weren’t small, fucked her with such desire that she felt that low feeling form in the pit of her stomach.

He could feel her coming undone, pride welt into his chest at how easy it was to get her into this moaning mess, but he wanted to hear his name fall from her lips, he wanted his name to be the last she’d ever moan. 

Fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking like this. She was still his hostage and he would still bring her back to the place she calls home once he gets his brother back. That was the deal and he had no plans on breaking it, or so he told himself. 

Kahto bit down on her thigh and Reia’s hands jolted to his locks, he growled as she held some sending shots of arousal straight to his groin. Her fingers wrapped around them as she squeezed harder making Kahto’s teeth sink into her skin as her cunt clenched around his fingers. The sudden pain of the mark and his fingers fucking into her senseless drove Reia to so close to the edge. He curled the pad of his fingers upwards filling the room with wet sound mixed with her cry as she came, moaning his name in a broken babble. 

Her hold was still tight around his locks, so Kahto licked the blood that leaked from his mark, lowering his hand from her stomach and circling her clit with his thumb. She squeezed again, tightening her thighs around his head and Kahto picked up pace, the hard bud pulsed as overstimulation came over her. 

Her mind was so lost in the haze of her orgasm, that it took her a moment of trying to push him away when she remembered that night she had touched his locks. How angry he’d become and what’d he’d growled at her. She hissed when his teeth scraped her flesh again and quickly let go as she recalled his words, “Touch me there again and I will have your hands. Only a mate is allowed to, not you. Do you understand me, human?”.

She had been taken aback at his sudden anger, but when he’d told her more about the meaning of it and how it affected them, she’d felt bad for her actions even if she’d loathed him. She still did, loathe him that is, even if he had his fingers inside of her mere seconds ago making her cry his name in pleasure. 

This didn’t change things. These little excuses danced in their minds on how one was bad and the other was intolerable, that this was just their body’s needs and things would surely go back to normal.

Only the foolish ones would believe that, and Kahto knew that thought was right, but he didn’t want to accept it. It seemed crazy to think how much his cock controlled his mind, it hadn’t been the same when he bred those females all those years ago. Maybe it had something to do with humans, which would also explain why his eldest brother had fallen for one many moons ago. 

He licked the bite one last time before moving himself up, licking her pink aching buds when he reached her chest. Reia moaned, digging her nails in his taut skin. She was tired from an orgasm that she’d had only with his fingers and tongue. She laughed in her head thinking about how she had never been this satisfied with human men. The amount of times she’d faked her moans and her quivering legs as they sucked everywhere but her clit, it was even more amusing to her how this alien male had found it having never touched a human woman before. He had turned her into a crying mess with a cunt that begged for more and that shamed her a bit, she shouldn’t have fallen so easily. 

They both breathed heavily and she could feel his hardness as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. She wanted nothing more than to touch him, see him fall under her touches and make him come to the human he despises.

Licking her lips trying to hide a smile he couldn’t see, she snuck her fingers between their bodies reaching for him. Kahto quickly shot up at the touch with his mandibles laxed as he looked at her twinkling eyes, she had that same look he’d seen when she'd drank the fhrag. That day he’d learned that certain Yautja beverages affected humans in a different way. 

“Let me, please.” She begged, stroking up and down his length that was covered by the thin material of his loincloth. Kahto began to purr, dropping his head back to her neck as locks spread across her collarbone. He’d been waiting so long for those fingers to touch him like this, for her to want to please him. 

He began to buck his hips, her hand matching his rhythm. He didn’t know how much he could take of this, of not fucking her pretty little cunt like he desired.

“You don’t need to pleasure me, little human.” He balled his fists in the furrs when her strokes tightened, sending shivers down his spine. 

“I want to see you come.” She whispered in his ear, tugging her lips between her teeth making Kahto groan. She slipped her fingers under the cloth and gasped when she wrapped her hand around his head, the warmth of it surprised her as she lowered her fingers over the ridges of his length. 

He was so big, he felt even bigger than he had looked that night when she had caught him pleasuring himself, but now having her fingers wrapped around his cock made her mouth water, she wanted to wrap her lips around him and make him lose control. 

Her nails gently grazed his throbbing length until she reached the bulbous end of it before squeezing hard. A deep growl rumbled through Kahto’s chest as he lifted himself up over her, his chest heaving in an anger he couldn’t control. 

He wasn’t angry at her, but angry at the situation. It was hard controlling the need to mate this female, painful even. It killed him even more knowing she had no idea what she’d just done, she was oblivious to what a knot was and how sensitive it became when the male was intensely aroused. 

He lowered himself mere inches from her face and her breath hitched. “Be careful what you wish for.” He whispered, pulling away as he  shredded the thin piece of material that covered him. Reia’s surprised gasp echoed in the walls as he pulled her closer, bunching the furrs and pulling her pelvis above them, angling her to his. 

He pumped his cock a few times before pushing her legs together placing them against his chest, his teeth grazed her ankles as he thrusted forward, the fat of her thighs squeezed his cock sending a shiver down his spine as he rubbed himself against her aching clit. 

Reia moaned as he grunted, setting a pace that had her tits bouncing with every snap of his hips. He was rough and she was sure she’d have bruises littering her skin with the grip he had on her. 

Her leaking cunt slicked his cock and Kahto knew if he tried, he’d be hilt deep in her with how wet she was. His mandibles flexed hard against his jaw as he bent his head backwards, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard trying to forget the thought of her wet heat wrapped around him. 

Kahto felt his cock pulse making him thrust harder, he lowered his hands grabbing onto hers as she scratched against his toned abdomen. 

“Keep your legs tight, just like that. Good girl.” He grunted, lowering himself above her. He saw the pure lust in her features as her nose scrunched up, the new position making the whole of his length rub against her core. She whimpered as the bulbous base of his cock rubbed against her entrance.

“Fuck, I wish you could take me, I would breed you until my seed took and you were full of my pup. Round and beautiful, and mine.” He growled in his tongue gripping her hips and digging his claws against her flesh, small indents formed but he couldn’t control himself, he was close and so was she. 

She couldn’t think straight anymore, she didn’t care who was between her legs or everything that had happened in the last months, all she cared for was her release. “Please, Kahto. Fuck, keep going.” Her mewls filled his ears as his pace became sloppy. His locks splayed around her head and Kahto forced his eyes open seeing her dazed ones looking back as the world seemed to stop around them. 

This had been the most intimate he’d ever been with a female during mating, and he wasn’t even inside her. His mouth gaped when he felt his stomach tense, he pounded harder focusing on her expression as he tried to make her come before he would. 

Reia dug her nails in his forearms as her cunt began to clench around nothing, white bliss filled her vision and her legs began to shake against his body. He groaned, putting his forehead against hers as cum spurted from his cock in thick ropes littering her stomach. 

They both breathed heavily as Kahto pulled back letting her legs fall around his waist, he grabbed his cock and pushed his cum on her cunt smearing it around her folds. Reia inhaled, surprised by his action as he pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. Just the tip would stretch her more than any other male she’d been with and he knew that. He however, didn’t know how much of this he could take without breaking. 

Reia thought about what would happen next, would things change or would they truly go back to before? She felt shame in her actions and disappointed that it came to this. She still loathed him, wished he’d be gone out of her life but a little part that hid in the back of her mind hoped they’d do this again. 

Kahto’s head was as conflicted as hers but he showed no emotions to it, his face was back to the blank expression she despised seeing. That face he always made when something between the both happened and it seemed like it didn’t bother him whatsoever, that angered her more than she’d like to admit and many times had she thought about smacking it off his face, but she knew he’d have her hands hanging like trophies on his walls. 

“I will bathe you.” are the only words that filled the silence and Reia hid her surprised expression. Bathe her? She repeated the words in her head, he surely didn’t mean that. The sensual moment had darted out of the room the second he came, surely he wouldn’t do aftercare?

She stuttered, still surprised she shook her head. “I don’t need you to bathe me,” she pushed herself back pulling the furrs over her naked body and cringed when she felt his seed sticking to them. 

“It is our custom.” His brows furrowed at her sudden distance, “when we mate with a female, we bathe her. It would be improper leaving her dirty with our seed.” 

“I will be fine on my own, thank you.” Her tone was quiet and Kahto watched her scurry to the corner where the shower was with furrs dragging on the ground. She hesitantly turned around silently begging him to leave. Kahto clenched his jaw, yanking his torn loincloth from the ground and tying it around his waist. It was no use but he didn’t care.

The human’s rejection bit him like a venomous snake and Kahto wondered what had happened in the moment between moaning his name and after they’d finished. He hadn’t said anything to her. What had upsetted her? Was she ashamed? Did she regret what had happened? 

Questions filled his mind but he pushed them far out. There was no going back from what they did, and that was something he hoped she understood. 

Kahto shook his head when he heard the water running, cursing to himself as he stepped out of his ship. He knew one day having the shower in his nest wouldn’t be a good idea, but he’d been alone for centuries and never thought he’d have a little female who’d tell him out of his own room. 

The air was crisp as the moon lit up his path, he hadn’t realized night had come but felt relieved. The male made his way to the pond that had started this whole ordeal and pondered on what would happen when he’d return. 

Back at the ship, the little human sat on the warming tiles with her hands on her head letting the water flow on top of her body. Reality was setting in and Reia tried to ignore it but knew it would only make matters worse if she ran from the truth. 

She had enjoyed what had happened between the both and that was a hard pill to swallow, but what was harder for her to accept was how much she wanted for him to fuck her. To feel all of him inside of her and watch him lose control. That little taste she had when he manhandled her before he fucked her thighs had made her wetter than she liked to admit. 

Would he even want to touch her like that again? Or had he truly been un bothered and disgusted by it all? It bothered her how quick his expression had changed and how closed off he became in a matter of seconds. 

Reia took a deep breath before forcing her mind to wander to other things that didn’t include him, but that was deemed harder than said. 

a/n : I apologize if it was confusing! Like I've said this is a random chapter and their relationship is not best described here. I just wanted to post something about what I've been writing to see if anyone likes it! :)

[oneshotnewbie]

I hope your feeling well. I would like to request an Amelia shepherd x reader where the reader is in recovery of self harm and one day Amelia comes home and finds her harming herself. First angst and then fluff if you are comfortable <3

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of self-harm, blood and the brief mention of suicide. These plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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In a dimly lit room, you sat at a shabby old desk belonging to your predecessor. The room seemed cramped and suffocating, as if the bare walls were getting closer and closer the longer you stayed there in your chair. You stared at the screen of an overloaded old computer, your eyes wide open and your forehead furrowed thoughtfull, the table littered with all the papers from a new case, scattered in a chaotic arrangement while the coffee in the cup next to it has long since become cold, ignored and forgotten.

Your hands clinging to the mouse, sweaty and shaking, the cursor on the screen frantically darting over various tabs and icons as you desperately tried to get anything done amid the pressure, stress and sleepless nights of the last few weeks. Your breathing was heavy and shallow, but your chest was still falling quickly and in an irregular rhythm. The air around you thick and the pressure within it palpable, as if invisible hands were constricting your throat.

"Hey, y/n. Are you okay?" A bright, feminine voice asked, her fitting figure standing in front of your desk. Your eyelids flickered as you lifted your head, the thoughts in your head swirling wildly as you tried to keep control of them and yourself. But the only thing you wanted at that moment was to go back to the blade and relieve yourself, even though you had already been clean for three months and had promised yourself never to fall back into this addiction.

"Y-yeah, everything is fine," you lied in a broken and raspy voice, the desk lamp next to you flickering dimly as the room filled with a muffled, monotone sound that seemed to penetrate through your ears and lodge in your head. "Are you sure? You look pale and you are sweating. Do you have a fever?"

The pressure inside you grew with your colleague's questioning, heavy like an unbearable weight that rested on your shoulders and pulled you further and further to the ground. Every second that the blonde's eyes were on you seemed like an eternity, and the pressure inside, mixed with a deep panic, felt like a bubbling volcano, ready to erupt and consume everything around you. "You know what? I feel sick. I am going to go home and rest."

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As soon as you got home, you quickly ran to the bathroom and looked for a brand new disposable razor, which you had disassembled in seconds. The world around you blurred into a diffuse mist of colors and shadows as you sat down on the bed and violently tore your jacket down. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and your gaze was blank, fixated on the cold silver between your fingers. Your hands shook as you placed the blade spasmodically against your thin skin, fighting the inner storm to hurt yourself and destroy the promise you gave Amelia.

There was an ominous silence around you, broken only by the dull thumping of your own pulse. Your body was heavy, bound by an invisible chain, your legs rooted to the ground. Your face marked by fear and desperation, but also relief as you pulled the blade through and a thin line of blood appeared on the cut. It helped you release the pressure you were holding inside, pouring out the stress of the days.

It was a moment of liberation that no one understood. Another cut brought you repeated relief and at the feeling of burning and escaping emotions, you closed your eyes as you tilted your head back and took a deep breath. In your trance, you didn't even hear how the front door closed and your girlfriend checked on you in every room. "Y/n? My love, where are you?" Amelia called but you did not hear her, the environment around you seemed unreal and vague.

Amelia had come home after your colleague called her and told her about the incident that had happened at work. She was worried that you really were not feeling well, leaving you go home alone in case something happened to you, so to be on the safe side she had called the emergency contact number listed in your file to make sure you were not alone and someone could look after you when you got home. "Elizabeth called me and said that you-" she stopped perplexed in her tracks, her jaw hanging low as she spotted you, bloody razor just inches away from your wrist.

Close to it, there were cuts, angry red blood dripping down onto your thigh. "Hey, what are you doing there? Put that down, please" she demanded softly, mostly out of fright and shock. You looked down at the ground, refusing to meet her gaze as she dropped her bag on the floor and immediately made her way to the bathroom to grab some bandages. Amelia returned with a small, wet rag, which she gently placed over your wrist and pressed firmly onto it. There was not much bleeding, she did not have to worry about serious injuries, however tears threatened to fall. The brunette was scared- terrified for you.

"Why?" she asked sniffling, not showing the slightest bit of anger in her voice. You looked up nervously, your shiny and relieved eyes meeting her sad hazel brown ones. She ran her fingers delicately through your strands of hair before her hand came to rest on your cheek, her thumb lightly stroking your cheekbone. "You were clean. Why did you do that, darling?"

„I just needed to escape the harsh and bleak reality. Life recently got so rough and I felt like I may burst,“ you began to speak and she pulled you into her chest by the back of your head. Amelia kissed your hair, ran her hand through it and gently rocked you from left to right. Her chin rested on your skull, her eyes closed to calm her racing heart. She was not mad at you, never could be. She herself knew what it was like to fight an addiction; it took her several attempts to be sober for a good three years. "I am sorry, Am."

"It is okay. Please only answer one question," you nodded your head, still hidden in her chest and held by her. "If you could kill yourself right now, would you?" You quickly jumped and tore yourself away from her, your eyes wide at the shocking question. Placing your hands on her thighs, you gently rubbed her knees and looked deep into her eyes. "No, because suicide means that you have given up on yourself. And I am not going to do that. I just had to let the pressure go because I did not see any other option."

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VOLUME 002

CW: fem!reader x mystery keanuverse character

Synopsis: You reconnect with an old college flame amidst the chaos of the cyberattack and navigate a web of suspicion and danger while trying to hide your involvement. 3.6k words.

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CHICAGO CITY POLICE STATION, 8:56 A.M.

“So, what’s a guy gotta do to get a bit of cooperation ‘round here?”

The familiar voice ripples through the air with a wave of nostalgia but is quickly swallowed by the rising tide of chaos. A torrent of voices swell and crash, merging with the static-laden chatter of the police radios into an unintelligible roar; only the occasional shout manages to surface before being swept away by the hectic current. The shrill cry of an unanswered phone cuts through, sharp and relentless, echoing like a buoy’s bell lost in a storm. Beneath the harsh fluorescent glare, officers wade through a sea of desks drowning under piles of manila files, while the faint smell of burnt coffee lingers in the air.

Special Agent Utah rests casually against your desk, transporting you back to your college days, when he was Johnny, the star quarterback at Ohio State and you were the awkward computer nerd that somehow got pulled into his orbit. Even amidst the whirlwind of chaos surrounding you, it’s impossible to resist gazing at the outline of his body and admiring how snuggly his fitted trousers hug his firm rear. Back then, your cheeks would’ve turned a blazing shade of red if he caught you staring, now the flash of his lopsided grin only encourages you.

“I thought you were avoiding me.” you disguise genuine doubt with a playful lilt. You had wondered if he even remembered you when he stepped into the department this morning. That scorching summer of your final term was etched into your memory, while for him, it might be a chapter he looks back on with reluctance.

Your paths should have never crossed. You were a solitary creature, usually found nestled behind a flickering screen in the campus library, while Johnny was out on the field making touchdowns, racing towards a promising future lit by stadium lights and roaring crowds. But then it all came crashing down on a buckled knee that shattered his aspirations. The future he had mapped out was ripped to shreds, and suddenly, he was stranded. All he knew was that he had to get good grades if he wanted to get anywhere. He needed a tutor and that’s where you came in.

What started out as awkward tutoring sessions gradually blossomed into something else, filled with stolen glances over textbooks and late-night talks that had nothing to do with what was on the syllabus. The memory of him leaning against your dorm room door frame, flashing that lopsided grin, flickers in the back of your mind like an old film reel. At the time, Johnny was nursing a broken heart too — his high school sweetheart had lost interest the moment his future in football vanished. But when he was with you, the weight of his frustrations seemed to melt away, and before long he started stopping by your dorm for reasons that had nothing to do with his grades.

By the time the leaves started to fall and a mellow breeze swept away the heat of summer, you parted ways without any hard feelings, knowing life was pulling you in different directions. Johnny set his sights on Quantico, chasing new dreams with the FBI Academy, while you were bound for Chicago. You shared a fleeting summer romance and left with the lingering memories that you keep tucked away like an old photograph.

“Avoiding you? Come on, Y/N, you know I always save the best for last.” that cocky smirk you remember all too well plays on his lips, as charming as ever, blasting away any lingering doubts. Even now your traitorous heart falls victim and thumps wildly in your chest at the sight.

“I’m last? Already?” you glance at your watch, genuinely surprised he managed to work his way through the whole department in just a couple hours.

“Yeah, they’re not a very talkative bunch.” Johnny’s frustration over the department's lack of cooperation sours his smirk into an irritated frown.

“You’d think they have something to hide.” you answer in a conspiratorial tone, referring to the cold shoulder he’s been getting all morning.

“Do they?” he asks, like any investigator instinctively would. His voice is warm with curiosity as he casually leans closer, folding his toned arms across his chest, his rolled shirt sleeves reveal sun-kissed forearms — evidence of his time spent under the Californian sun. So distractingly gorgeous, the sight stirs memories of his touch, warm and tender, on those hot summer nights. It’s almost dangerous. You hate to admit it, but you practically have to gulp back the urge to reveal all your secrets at once.

“That’s your job to find out, Agent Utah.” you tease, as tight-lipped as the rest of the department.

When the playful warmth fades from Johnny’s rousing gaze, clouding with the chill of something bitter, you assume you have disappointed him with your lack of cooperation — until you realise he is looking over your shoulder.

Following his gaze, you glance behind you. Detective Ludlow stands rigid, glaring as he watches Johnny casually lounge against your desk like he owns the place, talking to you with the familiarity of someone stopping by for a social call. The click of a stapler somewhere nearby punctuates the sudden heaviness in the air, and you can almost feel the tension sharpening around the three of you.

“Ludlow… right?” Johnny controls his features, offering Tom a curt nod as he pushes himself off your desk and slips his hands into his pockets. “I’m Special Agent Utah—”

“So the Bureau sent over a rookie to meddle in my investigation.” Tom’s sharp tone cuts through the hectic bustle of the station, scrutinising Johnny’s youthful appearance with a critical glare.

“I’m just here to help, Detective. Without cooperation you’re only going to make both our jobs a lot harder.” Johnny diplomatically responds over the steady hum of voices.

“You might need my help but I sure as hell don’t need yours. I’ve got this under control.”

“Really?” Johnny cocks his head, his tone laced with condescension. “‘Cause from where I’m standing it sure doesn’t seem like it.”

“I don’t need some fresh-faced Fed, who thinks he’s some big hotshot, telling me how to do my job. I was taking down bad guys when you were still wetting the bed.” Tom steps towards Johnny, his tone sharp with a rumbling edge. You blink, observing the hostile exchange from your desk chair, wondering if you should intervene.

“Yeah, I bet you were taking down bad guys left and right back in the day, old timer,” Johnny barely flinches when Tom looms closer, “but that was a long time ago and from the stench, it seems like the only thing you’re taking down these days is shots.”

Tom swallows thickly, struggling to bounce back from the impact of the brutal truth in Johnny’s stern words. Reluctantly, he retreats, his gaze flickers briefly in your direction, you catch a fleeting glimpse of the sorrow and torment whirling behind his hollow stare before it falls shamefully to the floor.

That brief glimpse triggers a pang in your chest you weren’t prepared for. Truth be told, Tom Ludlow intrigues you. You’ve heard whispers around the precinct about his past, how his wife died three years ago — before you ever set foot in the department. You never knew the man he was before everything fell apart. Sometimes, you try to imagine a man who’s not weighed down so heavily by his grief, not so hardened and bitter, not ensnared by his demons. You often wonder if that man still exists, buried somewhere deep inside him beneath the sorrow and torment, waiting for someone to pull him back to the surface.

When you first joined the department, a couple years ago, your role as a digital forensic analyst was still a relatively new one within law enforcement. You were stepping into a world where solving cases meant hitting the pavement, heading out into the streets to fight crime with badges and guns. To most officers, fighting crime from behind a computer screen was seen as a novelty, and Tom Ludlow was no exception. He didn’t exactly hide his skepticism; he would barely glance your way during briefings, convinced that your role couldn’t be considered real police work.

Despite the department's reluctance to accept you as an integral part of their team, you persevered. There were cases where your findings on a hard drive or some obscure email chain provided the breakthrough that all their street-level work couldn’t, and slowly, things started to shift. You remember a moment when Tom nodded at you, it was the closest thing to praise he had ever given you. Since then, he has been different. Dare you say he respects you now? But you knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of his cynicism.

“Ludlow! My office!” a sharp bark carries over the commotion, cutting through the tension and pulling your focus back into the moment. Everyone’s attention snaps towards the Captain, who’s standing halfway out his office. “Now!”

“Run along. Best not keep your Captain waiting.” Johnny’s brows quirk teasingly, his lips twitching with the barely concealed urge to quirk in amusement.

Tom’s jaw tightens and he shoots Johnny a snarling glare before shoving past him, his footsteps heavy as he trudges towards the Captain’s office.

You watch Tom go with an uneasy feeling burrowing deeper in your chest. He intrigues you, sure, but you’re still not certain if you can trust him.

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The L barrels along on the elevated tracks overhead, clattering like thunder as you weave through the swarm of pedestrians. Your boots click over the uneven pavement, splashing through shallow puddles lingering from yesterday’s storm. Even the congested streets of the city offer an appreciated reprieve from the suffocating environment of the hectic department.

The low autumn sun peaks between the high buildings, casting long shadows over the city — a welcome contrast to the harsh fluorescent lights, and you’d gladly accept the distant wail of sirens and honking horns over the incessant blare of the unanswered phones any day. But as much as you crave to free yourself from the burden that weighs you down, you know that no matter how far you walk, it will always follow.

Some would call it paranoia, but after the stunt you pulled you’d say your hyper-awareness is justified, albeit draining. You’re constantly on edge with a gnawing sensation that clings to your spine and never. lets. go. It’s exhausting, but you can’t sleep either. Every time a stranger glances in your direction, it feels like a threat. Eyes watching. Ears listening. Footsteps too close behind. You know you’re being wary, but it’s hard to ignore the feeling there’s a target on your back.

Of course, you knew the risks involved with such drastic measures, but you could think of no other alternative. You had to be cunning. You couldn’t just stand by, not with what you knew. Maybe if you’d given yourself more time, you could have come up with a different plan. But in that moment of distress, the cyberattack had seemed like the only way. A wildfire that would capture everyone’s attention, putting all eyes on the department. Everyone knows it’s harder to hide secrets when you’re the centre of attention.

With your knowledge and position in the department, covering your tracks was the easy part. But it doesn’t shake the feeling that someone will eventually catch up to you.

At least Johnny’s arrival brought you a semblance of relief, you had no idea that he would be the FBI agent assigned to the investigation, but it feels like a sign that you’re on the right path. Knowing there’s someone in the city you can trust, who might understand, gives you a flicker of comfort in the midst of all the chaos. But that comfort comes with a price. The last thing you want to do is make him a potential target too, the mere thought sends your gut sinking like a rock. So as much as you might want to, you can’t confide in him, to unburden some of the weight you carry. You can’t. The less he knows, the safer he’ll be — whether he likes it or not.

Above the low hum of the city, a voice calling your name pulls you from your spiraling thoughts and you spot Tom weaving through the crowd to catch up with you. What does he want? When your heavy sigh meets the brisk autumn air, a cloud fogs from your lips before the long-serving detective reaches your side.

“I’m on my lunch break, Tom.” you don’t even try to hide your irritation. There’s only a limited window of time for your lunch break and you’re someone who appreciates a healthy work-life balance.

“I know,” he replies, undeterred. “I just want to talk.” he falls into step beside you, walking over the collage of red, orange and yellow leaves that clump together on the damp pavement.

You glance at him, surprised by his persistence. He just wants to talk? Since when did Tom Ludlow speak to you outside of work? Sure, you may have earned his respect but as far as you were aware, your relationship didn’t extend much beyond solving cases and the occasional exchange of work-related pleasantries.

“Is it urgent? Can’t it wait ‘til I get back to the station?”

“I wanted to speak to you alone.”

“Why?”

“You and Utah looked pretty cozy earlier.”

That stops you in your tracks. Out of all the things Tom could have chased you across the city to talk about, this was the last thing you expected.

“What?” There’s a deep crease between your brows when you stare at him in disbelief. Rushed pedestrians brush past, muttering curses under their breath at you both for blocking their path.

“It seemed like you were hitting it off.” he avoids your gaze as he says this, like he’s trying to act nonchalant.

“Hitting it off?” you repeat the words slowly, like you’re trying to figure out what language he’s speaking. “He was asking me about the investigation.”

Of course, you aren’t going to mention your history with Johnny to Tom — there’s no reason for him to know about that. What happened between you and Johnny belongs in the past and it’s private. Besides, bringing it up now would only complicate things, and you’ve always been careful not to blur the lines between your personal and professional lives. This situation is already tangled enough.

“What did you tell him?”

You can tell Tom is trying to play it casual, to seem aloof. But there’s nothing casual or aloof about chasing you halfway across the city just to find out what you said to an FBI agent. He hides it well, but there’s an undercurrent of anxiety in his question, a tension that betrays his concern over what you and Johnny might’ve discussed.

“Why? Are you worried?” you ask, letting a faint chuckle escape your lips, breathy and light as if to disguise the weight of the question. If Tom is trying to mask his anxiety, you’re going to disguise your suspicion with humour. By the time the words are out, you’re already resuming your stride, mindful of the ticking clock. You’ve barely twenty minutes left to grab your lunch.

“You should be careful about what you say to him.” Tom answers after a pause, his voice hushed. It’s hard to decipher if this is a genuine warning bred from concern or a thinly veiled threat.

“What could I possibly say to him that’s got you so rattled you felt it necessary to chase me down through half the city… during my lunch break?”

the last part is punctuated with a grunt.

“I’m not rattled.” Tom snaps, but his tone betrays him. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched tight. “You don’t know how much the Feds complicate things. We don’t need them sniffing around.”

“It wasn’t so long ago you would’ve said something similar about me.” you snort, reminding him of his reluctance to accept you when you first joined the department.

That hits the mark. A flicker of guilt passes behind his mahogany eyes, his gaze drops to the pavement. Neither of you have ever discussed the way he treated you since both of you were happy to sweep it under the rug and move on. Before he can find the power to muster a response, you brush past him and slip into the coffee shop on the corner.

You stride into the familiar comfort, the tension eases from your shoulders as the sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries wafts welcomingly through the air, tempting you to treat yourself.

The chime of the door rings again as Tom steps in behind you, the cold air from outside drifts inside with him as his voice cuts above the comfortable ambiance. You tilt your head slightly, just enough to catch him in your peripheral vision as he lingers a step behind.

“I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did when you first joined the department. I was an asshole. But after a couple decades on the force, you become set in your ways. It’s hard to adapt.” his words are unexpected as they reach your ears, spoken in a rough tone, as if he’s torn between letting them go and holding them back. “And I can be a stubborn bastard. I gave you a hard time and you didn’t deserve it but I figured if I pushed you enough, you’d leave.” his gaze drifts to the floor, like he’s looking for the right words in the cracks between the floorboards. “It felt like everything I knew was getting pushed aside. So, yeah, I wanted you to leave. Because if you stayed, it meant I had to face the fact that things weren’t gonna be the same anymore. And I wasn’t ready for that.”

For a moment, everything fades away and it’s just the two of you. His apology lingers between you and the silence stretches as you let his words sink in. Many responses roll through your mind, but you don’t utter any of them, instead you say, “you know, if I left, they would’ve just replaced me with another digital forensic analyst.” a faint smirk tugs on the corner of your lips.

Your response draws a huff of laughter from Tom, a brief, relieved sound that seems to ease the tension in his shoulders. He almost looks grateful, like he appreciates that you didn’t dwell too much on the sentiment behind his apology and let the moment pass without making it something heavy.

“For what it’s worth… I’m glad you stayed.” the sincerity in his words catch you off guard, you can tell it’s not an easy admission for him, he’s not used to sharing sentiments. You suppose he has been pretty closed off emotionally ever since his wife passed, but for a brief moment, you feel like you’re getting a glimpse of the man he used to be, before the walls went up.

“Well, you know, I’m pretty stubborn too.” you fold your arms across your chest, proudly displaying the smirk on your lips with a raised chin.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” Tom lets out a faint chuckle, shaking his head.

For the first time since you’ve known him, a real smile breaks through the usual hard lines of his face. It’s subtle, but genuine, softening the hardness in his features. His eyes, usually shadowed with a weariness you’ve grown accustomed to, seem lighter — like the clouds parting for just a moment.

The sight captivates you, like a rare total eclipse. The hardened detective having such a bright and boyish smile surprises you, catching you off guard. You realise you like his smile and mourn the fact that it’s such a rare sight.

You approach the counter in tandem with Tom, after you place your order for takeout, he takes it upon himself to pay, handing a ten dollar bill to the barista before you even have the chance to grab your own wallet.

“It’s the least I can do after gatecrashing your lunch break.” Tom shrugs, cutting through any protest you were about to make.

You’re unsure how to navigate this new dynamic that seems to have blossomed between the pair of you, over the span of a single lunch break. As Tom waits with you for your order, the silence stretches — not awkward, but untravelled. Your gaze drifts, searching for something to fill the silence, when you catch sight of a man sitting at your favourite table.

He’s staring. The moment your eyes lock, he swiftly averts his gaze, pretending to focus on something just past you. But it’s too late. The brief moment of connection hits you like a jolt. Those dark eyes weren’t just looking, they were assessing, lingering far too long to be random curiosity. The intensity of his gaze lingers, prickling along your skin and leaving you feeling unsettled with an icy weight in your chest. The unease that creeps over you, crawling down your spine warns you — something isn’t right. His deep irises pierce through your layers, it’s as if he knows more than he should, noticing something you have concealed from everyone else.

You glance away, trying to ignore the growing unease, but it stays with you, crawling under your skin. Is this paranoia again? Or is he a genuine threat? You instinctively lean closer to Tom, your voice barely above a whisper as you murmur, “that guy is staring.”

Tom, immediately on edge, follows your gaze towards the younger man tucked away by the nook. The tension around you thickens. Strangely, he almost looks relieved when his eyes land on the mysterious stranger. You catch an unmistakable flicker of recognition flash across his features, stirring your suspicions.

“You know him?”

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⋆｡°✩ Note: thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Full disclosure, I have no idea when the final parts will be posted, I am not satisfied with what I have written so far for the next part and I am going on holiday on Monday so I won’t be writing for about a week. I’m hoping that the break will help and I’ll come back to it refreshed and with a new perspective!

[skeletorrito]

A Conflict of Interest

[satosugu fic] [NSFW 18+] [5.1k]

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“Geto, your students are starting to… talk.” Masamichi Yaga stands on the other side of Suguru Geto’s desk, arms tightly crossed with an uncomfortable stare.

“As students do. What is this about?” Geto asks politely, biting this inside of his cheek. He looks up from his work, now attentively focused on his superior walking into the room. He sits snugly against his desk, his one hand clutching the armrest of his chair, his other resting on a stack of papers. He was in the process of filling out incident reports before Yaga walked into his office. 

Yaga clears his throat, taking an awkward pause. He continues, “Your relationship with, urm, Satoru Gojo.”

“Ah. I see.” Geto’s lips close in a tight line. “Thank you for making me aware. I will be sure to speak with my students and Gojo…” he lets out a small huff as if steam is coming from his nose, “about this. I assure you, you will not hear any more about it.”

“Ah, yes, Gojo.” Yaga says with a frown. “I did try to speak to him as well, but I’m not exactly sure where he is...” Yaga trails off, giving Geto a scrutinizing look. A bead of sweat drips down the back of Geto’s neck. 

“I’m not aware of his schedule today, but I’m sure he’s out with his students, probably spoiling them,” Geto says quickly with a smile, “You know how he is.” 

Yaga sighs, accepting this answer, “That seems likely. Thank you, Geto.” He starts towards the door

“Of course, sir.” 

Yaga makes his exit, sliding the door shut, and Geto hears the sound of his footsteps fading down the hall. His pleasant expression falls into a scowl. He kicks under the table with a fleshy thump . 

“Owww, Suguru!”

Satoru Gojo is on his knees under Suguru Geto’s desk, compactly tucked into the small space, teasing Geto’s cock through his pants. 

“This is entirely your fault,” Geto says through clenched teeth as he looks down, his eyes burning holes through Gojo. 

Gojo rests his cheek against the inside of Geto’s thigh, peering up at him with an apologetic pout. “You know I can’t help it…” His blindfold pools around his neck, flashing Geto with his big, gorgeous blue eyes. “It turns me on seeing you be so scholarly and responsible.” He smiles dangerously, fingers continuing to tease Geto’s hardening length. 

“You need to stop,” he retorts, but his body and his face say otherwise. He’s flushing wildly and, though he’s scowling, his heated gaze studies the beautiful man kneeling at his feet intently. “Pervert,” he adds in but still doesn’t attempt to push away.

“You love it.” Gojo grins wider, his fingers clawing at Geto’s waistband. He goes for the zipper when Geto grabs his hand quickly. 

“Seriously, stop it, Satoru. I don’t even have a lock on this door.” Geto’s eyebrows knit together, glancing at his office door with a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. 

Gojo pouts, whining, “Oh come on, Sugu, you’re all pent up! I know you can’t work like this.”

“And whose fault is that?” Geto feels his eye twitch. 

“It’ll be quick, I promise. You can use my mouth. I’ll get you off fast that way…” Gojo croons the last part, sticking out his tongue playfully, seductively, as if he’s about to devour Geto through the fabric of his pants. 

Geto takes a beat, biting the corner of his lip as his eyes scan over Gojo’s face, his soft lips, his cute tongue, and sighs in defeat. “Fine. Quick and quiet. I don’t need to give Yaga another reason to come in here.” He squeezes the armrest of his chair, adding, “But this is it. Seriously.” 

Gojo is delighted, his greedy fingers whipping out Geto’s arousal immediately. His tongue swipes along Geto’s length, teasing and toying, before taking him into his mouth. He wastes no time, staying true to his word. 

Geto groans softly, resting a hand on Gojo’s head, fingers gripping a chunk of white hair. His other arm rests with an elbow on the desk, his hand covering his mouth in anticipation. He’s usually quiet in bed (unlike the man currently sucking him off) but he’s now extremely aware of how paper thin these office walls are. His eyes are locked on the door, with a few glances spared to see Gojo deliciously taking his cock.

Gojo moves quickly, head bobbing, tongue lashing, he grips Geto’s muscular thighs. His hands start to slide back until they reach Geto’s hips, long fingers taking a firm grip on Geto’s ass as he sucks him all the way into his throat. 

Geto muffles a moan. “Fuck, Satoru,” he whispers and his grip on Gojo’s hair tightens as he pushes down on it. His hips begin moving on their own, thrusting into Gojo’s hot, flushed mouth. Geto begins to pant into his hand as the head of his cock jams into the back of Gojo’s throat. His gaze flickers down, watching as Gojo’s eyes water. They’re always the prettiest tearing up like that, he thinks, Gojo’s already impossibly radiant eyes appearing even more so when glossy.

He loves seeing Gojo into pure subspace bliss, and Gojo loves being fully in it, too. He's unable to breathe, unable to think, his mind emptying of everything except Geto’s cock choking him. It's heaven for the most powerful and important sorcerer alive. 

Gojo was right, it doesn’t take him long. 

One, two, three more thrusts and he’s spilling into Gojo’s throat, a slightly louder, yet still soft, groan escaping his lips as he does. 

Gojo swallows everything as he gasps back to reality, collapsing against the underside wall of the desk in a happy, messy heap. 

Geto has just enough time to get his pants buttoned and zipped before he hears a pair of light, hurried footsteps down the hall. His heart leaps, rolling up to his desk tightly as his students, Nanako and Mimiko Hasaba, burst through the door. His shoes tuck against Gojo’s legs, one foot tapping nervously. 

“Sensei! We’re back!” Mimiko sings cheerfully, placing a bag of what appears to be baked sweets in front of Geto. 

“Make sure to share with Gojo-sensei, we know he loves sweets.” Nanako comments, typing away on her phone. “Where is he anyway? Megumi says he can’t find him…” She shows him the text exchange they had earlier today.

Geto puts on a sweet smile, his forehead glistening slightly with sweat, “Aw, thank you, girls. I’ll make sure to share it. Y’know, I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” He adds, quickly, “Actually, I bet he’s on the training field waiting for you all. Why don’t you go round up the other first years and head out there?” 

Mimiko gives him a big grin, agreeing, “Okay, Geto-sensei! See you later!” 

Both girls stroll out of the office, none the wiser. Nanako hasn’t even looked up from her phone once.

“See you both,” he waves them off, waiting for them to disappear down the hall. He lets out a huge, relieved sigh and rolls away from the desk in a slump. He palms his forehead.

Gojo smiles and stretches out from under the desk like a contortionist, dusting himself off and affixing his blindfold. “Aw your girls are so sweet, Geto-sensei,” he comments as he snatches the bag of baked goods and heads for the door, popping a whole chocolate croissant in his mouth. He hums happily. “Guess I’m needed on the training field, huh?” He says, muffled, with a full mouth as he walks backward and blows a kiss to Geto before exiting. He gives all of the students the run-around by taking the opposite way to the field, warping there when he finally reaches outside.

Geto huffs, glowering still but the corner of his lips tugs up into a small smile. 

That beautiful fucking menace… 

The problem ends up being much worse than they both expected. 

“Gojo-sensei…” Mimiko starts as she stretches on the training field, “Are you and Geto-sensei boyfriends?” 

“Yeah, they are,” Megumi replies immediately and nonchalantly, stretching his triceps. “Gojo’s always at Geto’s apartment off campus. I think they’re living together now…” 

Gojo nearly chokes on his cream puff. He sits up on the bleachers, his expression unreadable under the blindfold.

“What?! Seriously?!” Yuji interjects, his facial expression one of complete shock. 

Megumi looks at him with a flat expression, rolling his eyes, “Yeah, idiot. It’s so obvious.” Nobara shoots a glance at Yuji and nods in agreement with Megumi. 

“No way! But Gojo-sensei is totally into-” 

Yuji starts, but Gojo interrupts loudly, standing up from his seat and shoving his hands in his pockets. “ Enough speculations about my love life, please. Let’s just focus on getting ready for sparring…” Gojo clears his throat of pastry, a slight flush to his face.

He instructs the students to pair off across the field and starts passing out sparring weapons. He finally gets to Megumi and Yuji, handing each of them a practice staff. 

“Where were you this morning?” Megumi interrogates Gojo bluntly, giving him a scrutinizing look, “Geto sent us all out shopping for some reason…” You can see in his eyes he’s putting the pieces together. 

This kid is too fucking smart, I swear to god- 

“Don’t think about it too hard and just be grateful you got a little break, huh?” Gojo ruffles Megumi’s spiky hair with a little force. “Begin!” He calls out, waving his hand and turning around. He hops along the bleachers with a short sigh, giving himself a little distance to be out of earshot. He pulls out his phone and dials Suguru. 

Geto picks up after one ring. “Stop interrupting my work, Satoru,” he says immediately. His tone is flat, teeth clenched, and Gojo can just visualize the vein bulging on his neck. 

“Mimiko just point-blank asked me if we’re dating and Megumi knows we live together.” He rubs at his brow, lounging across the bleacher with his elbow propped on his knee. “What do you think we should do about that?” 

“Seeing as how this is your fault, I’m sure you’ll think of something to tell them.” Suguru retorts shortly and hangs up. 

“Ah, shit,” Gojo audibly groans, shoving his phone in his pocket and lying down completely in defeat. He needs to come up with something to say, or threaten, or bribe. 

(He clearly wasn’t the diplomat in this relationship.)

Sparring lasts for about an hour until Gojo stands and calls for the group to join him on the bleachers. All five students slowly filter in, staggering themselves along the risers. 

Gojo blows out a sigh. “Okay, so, there has been a lot of inappropriate talk about me, your superior by the way, and my personal life and it needs to stop,” he scowls at Megumi in particular. He clasps his hands together as he continues, “Geto and I are very good friends and that’s as much as you need to know about us.” 

Nobara sneers, crossing her arms, “You’re treating us like we’re dumb, Gojo. I literally saw you kiss him yesterday when I forgot my phone on the field.”

Yuji, Nanako, and Mimiko gasp, murmuring and giggling with each other about this new development. 

“Seriously, Gojo, did you forget I met you when I was six?” Megumi chimes in, also crossing his arms, already looking bored of this conversation. “I’ve known since forever ago.”   

Gojo’s teeth clamp together into a tense smile, raking a hand through his hair. 

It was all true. 

Yesterday afternoon, he was caught red-handed giving Geto a small kiss on the lips after they trained the first and second years. They were alone, students returning to the dorms, or at least he thought they were alone. Until he noticed Nobara running back into the building, phone in hand. That’s why Geto was so pissed at him in the first place. 

What more could he say to deny it? 

It’s not like Yaga could afford to fire him, anyway… 

“Okay, yeah, you got me. Geto is… we have a special relationship. So here’s the deal: you all stop talking about it in front of Yaga and I’ll… treat everyone to dinner tomorrow night? Sound good?” He holds out his hands, awaiting the consensus. 

The students turn to each other, nodding and shrugging. They start chattering about what restaurant they’ll pick.

Gojo sighs, massaging his temples. 

Geto is going to kill him when he finds out…. if he finds out. 

Gojo adds an additional stipulation, “In fact, don’t gossip at all around staff. It’s very disrespectful.” He puts a finger up and wags it. 

“They all already know,” Megumi grumbles, staring out into the empty field at nothing in particular. 

Gojo blows out a frustrated breath through his nose. “Just- listen . No gossip. Not a peep or we’ll be doing laps before sparring.” 

Everyone groans.

Nobara whines, “Fine, no rumors. Can we leave now?”

“Yes, all of you, get out of here.” Gojo waves them off and the five of them disperse, pairing off and chatting quietly. “Good work today! Remember what we talked about!” He calls out to them with a smile and a wave, his face falling as soon they’re out of sight.  

He’s definitely getting an earful tonight. 

They meet over dinner, Geto cooks. 

(That’s a given, though, Geto always cooks.)

“So, how did it go with the first years today?” Geto asks, his mood lifting significantly since their conversation on the phone. Doing basic, domestic-life things with Gojo always puts him in a better mood. 

Gojo is in the process of shoving a large spoonful of curry in his mouth. “Fine,” he replies quickly, muffled, “I handled it.” 

“What do you mean, handled it?” Geto questions suspiciously, taking a bite of his food. He smirks as he says, “You bribed them not to talk, didn’t you?”

Gojo clutches his pearls. “I would never.” 

“That’s your only behavior management technique, babe.” 

Gojo squints and frowns, pointing his spoon at Geto, “Are you questioning my teaching abilities right now? Do you wanna take this outside?” 

Geto laughs. “You’re a good teacher, Satoru,” he reassures, reaching over the table to wipe a spot of curry off of Gojo’s cheek with his thumb. “Your students adore you. You challenge them to be the best version of themselves and it shows.” He licks the curry off his finger, with which Gojo watches intently, wishing his entire body was covered in curry now. Geto adds, “I’ll talk to them, too.”

“Please do. They really roasted me today,” Gojo whines, slumping over the top of his bowl. “Mostly Megumi, little smart-ass. Nobara didn’t help either…”  

Geto chuckles again. “Honestly, if anyone knows about our relationship, it’s Megumi. We weren’t very sneaky when we were younger…” Gojo considers this for a serious moment, then shrugs in agreement. They both smile nostalgically. 

Geto sighs, speaking candidly, “They’re smart kids, and they were bound to find out… I just hope this isn’t seen as a conflict of interest by the higher-ups. What if Yaga decides to transfer me to Kyoto because of it?” He picks at his curry with a frown. This is the true root of his anxiety over these past few days. 

“I won’t let that happen,” Gojo replies stately, getting up from his seat and cupping Geto’s face with both hands. He locks eyes with Geto intensely as he says, “I’ll fix it, I promise.”

Geto smiles softly, giving Gojo a small kiss. “We’ll fix it.” 

“Suguru, this is why I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“Geto-sensei, will you be coming with us to dinner tonight?” Nanako asks as soon as she and her sister shuffle into Geto’s office that morning. 

“Dinner?” Geto raises an eyebrow.

“Gojo-sensei didn’t tell you?” She explains, popping her chewing gum as she leans back in her chair, “He’s taking all of the first years to dinner tonight.”

Geto smirks to himself. 

So that’s how he bribed them…

“Oh is he now? How generous of him. Sure, I’ll be there.” 

Mimiko claps happily, “Yay! We decided on ramen!” 

“Listen, girls, I’m aware you may have… learned some things about Gojo-sensei and me. I imagine you have many questions, but please remember you are in school and teachers’ personal lives are inappropriate to discuss.” His gaze shifts between the both of them. “Even mine.” 

Mimiko raises her hand, “Just one question. Soooo if you and Gojo-sensei are dating… does that make Megumi our brother?” She cocks her head curiously. 

Geto stifles his laughter as he replies, “Um, no. Not quite. Though I guess you could think of him as one since you all grew up together.”

“Eww, no thanks,” Nanako comments, sticking her tongue out, “He’s so mopey and mean.” 

Geto clears his throat and continues, “More importantly, Nanako, Mimiko, if the rumors get out of hand, it could get us in trouble.” Geto leans in, giving both of them a genuinely serious look, “Yaga could send me to our sister school in Kyoto, which means I won’t be your teacher anymore.” 

Mimiko looks like she’s about to cry. Nanako hugs her closely, mouth hanging open in shock. 

“Can you promise me to keep this between us?” 

They both nod, eyes glassy at the thought of losing their teacher and only father figure in their life. He stands to pull them into a hug, “Thank you, I knew I could count on you both.”  

Gojo has the same conversation with his students, and it goes… a little differently. 

“Gojo-sensei, is it really true that you and Geto-sensei are living together? Are you in love? Are you going to get married abroad?!”

“Woooah, slow down, Yuji. And also, what part of ‘none of your business’ and ‘don’t talk about it anymore’ do you not understand!?” Gojo laughs, arms crossed, tipping back in his office chair. 

Nobara and Megumi slump in their seats, silent, annoyed at their oblivious teammate’s never-ending questions. 

“Sorry,” Yuji flushes, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m just- I’m happy for you, sensei. You’re always so busy on business trips but now at least, I dunno, someone’s at home waiting for you.” 

Gojo tries not to cry. 

Yuji is already crying. 

Megumi and Nobara are groaning.

He pulls them in for a hug all the same.  

Gojo treats everyone to ramen that night, both his heart and his stomach so full as he allows Geto to drag him into the apartment. He is welcomed by a warm embrace and a soft kiss. 

“I love coming home to you, Suguru,” Gojo murmurs into Geto’s lips.

“You’re always home when you’re with me, baby,” Geto murmurs back and grins until his cheeks hurt. 

 Gojo laces his arms around Geto’s neck, jumping up to hook his legs around Geto’s waist. Geto catches him easily around the hips and leads them into the bedroom, biting and sucking at Gojo’s neck. He throws Gojo onto the bed, climbing over him and shedding off his jacket onto the floor. 

They kiss passionately, devouring each other, as they undress. Geto’s hands slide under Gojo’s shirt, peeling it off while perusing porcelain skin. He lightly grazes across small bruises and blemishes trailing along Gojo’s neck and shoulders, love marks Geto left so that he, and only he, could admire them. Gojo shivers at the touch, flinging his sunglasses across the room so he can soak in every detail of the man above him. His long arm reaches out to pull at Geto’s shirt, smashing Geto’s lips against his. He only breaks to pull Geto’s shirt over his head. 

Gojo isn’t the only one with bruises, either. His fingers walk across Geto’s collarbone, slipping down over his toned, olive chest where he traces more bites and scratches. A lazy smile dances across his lips. 

“Hey, Suguru…” Gojo sits up and starts. Geto hums affirmatively in response. “Let me top you tonight.” 

“Huh?” Geto almost laughs until he notices Gojo’s serious expression. “Oh. You seriously want to?” 

This was a rare occurrence. He could count on his fingers the number of times Gojo had topped him throughout the duration of their relationship. Most of the time, Gojo just preferred to be a pampered, pillow princess and Geto wasn’t about to start complaining. 

“Yeah, c’mon. You spoil me enough as it is.” His lips press onto one of the blemishes on Geto’s shoulder. “Let me spoil you this time, Sugu. I’ll be patient, I promise.”

Geto considers it for a moment, sitting back on his heels. It’s at least been a year, or so he can recall, and that fact alone causes him to hesitate with nervousness. Gojo waits quietly for an answer, digging his fingernails into his palms to fight off his impatience. He wants so badly to push Geto onto the bed and smother him with kisses. 

“Alright, we can try it.” Geto finally agrees and flops onto the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, his dark hair splaying underneath him in a halo. “Just go easy. I’m not a little painslut like you.” He smirks deviously and settles in the pillows, pulling the elastic from his bun and letting it fall around his shoulders. 

“Hey!” Gojo retorts with a frown. He pounces on him, leans in close, and tucks some silky hair behind Geto’s ear as he murmurs, “I’m not just a little painslut, I’m your little painslut and don’t you forget it.” Geto snorts, which is quickly interrupted by Gojo’s lips against his. 

Gojo gets to work dropping new blemishes onto Geto’s skin from his neck all the way down to the waistband of his slacks. He relishes in the way Geto shudders at each touch of his lips. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make sure you’re nice and warmed up,” Gojo reassures, unfastening Geto’s pants and pulling them off cleanly along with his socks and boxers. He pauses to admire the man’s half-hard cock with a smirk, licking a stripe up the length. 

Geto groans softly, his arousal twitching to life. Gojo continues to tease with his mouth, sucking and licking hungrily, earning him gentle groans and sighs from the man underneath him. He only stops momentarily to lean over to reach the nightstand and snatch a half-empty bottle of lube.

“I can’t wait to make you feel so good, Suguru…” he trails off with a dangerous, lustful smile as he guides Geto’s legs open wider. Geto feels a small wave of anxiety wash over him, mingling with the excited and heated pleasure in his belly. His breath hitches as he feels slippery fingers graze his entrance, tensing at the unusual sensation. He forces a deep breath, gazing into Gojo’s eyes with their familiar, soft glow. 

“I trust you,” Geto smiles and Gojo’s heart aches for just a second at how smitten he is with this gorgeous man underneath him. 

He swallows his cock as he slowly presses a finger inside, eliciting a throaty moan from Geto. He curls and drags it slowly, seeking, allowing Geto to relax around him. 

Geto pants, the sensation of Gojo’s mouth around him and finger inside of him becoming nearly overstimulating. He sucks in a breath through his nose, eyes falling closed and actively focusing on relaxing. It feels amazing, and even through the dull pain, he starts to gently thrust his hips up into Gojo’s mouth. His hand finds its way into Gojo’s hair yet again, gripping tightly as Gojo adds another finger to stretch him. 

His long fingers finally drag over Geto’s prostate and Geto chokes out an uncharacteristically loud moan in response. He can practically feel Gojo’s smug smile around his cock as he continues to prod. 

True to his word, Gojo moves slow, almost too slow, now that Geto is becoming more comfortable with the stimulation. He starts seeking more friction against his sweet spot, and Gojo obliges, desperate to make Geto moan like that again. Which he does. It slips out of his lips easily as another finger is added and jammed against his prostate. With Gojo defiling him inside and out, he loses himself to pleasure. 

He starts to understand why Gojo always falls apart at his fingers.

“Satoru…” he breathes as he groans, gutturally, and his hand falls from Gojo’s hair onto the mattress, “It’s too much.” 

Gojo pulls his head up, fingers still continuing their torture. “Can I-”

“Yes. Please,” Geto cuts him off, face flushed a deep red and mouth hanging open. 

A small shiver shoots down Gojo’s spine right to his cock at Geto’s desperate pleas. “This is a good look for you, Suguru,” he comments cheekily and Geto rolls his eyes. He undresses at record speed, grabbing the bottle of lube and coating his erection with a few strokes. 

Geto’s eyes fall closed again as Gojo takes a firm grip on his hip, the tip of his erection pressing against his entrance. He braces himself, his breaths shallow and shaky. 

“Hey, look,” Gojo commands and mauve eyes flutter open to meet sapphire ones, locking on with an intense gaze. “Don’t take your eyes off of me.” He pushes in slowly with a hiss, studying Geto’s face as it changes and tenses at the intrusion. Geto’s eyebrows pinch together, mouth hanging open. 

Gojo leans in, forehead against forehead, groaning into another open-mouth kiss as he pushes all the way in. “Oh god , it’s so good. You’re so tight, I think my dick’s gonna snap off, babe,” he murmurs between kisses, a pink flush spreading across his cheeks. He wants to thrust, badly, but restrains himself with quaking thighs. His eyes are practically radiating in the dim lighting as he pauses. 

Geto moans into Gojo’s mouth, lips and teeth and tongues clashing making for a pleasant distraction from the burning, aching pressure deep within him. He pulls back, breathless. “You’re lucky I love you because this fucking hurts,” he groans, reaching up to grab a fistful of white hair and smashing his face against Gojo’s again in another sloppy, brutal kiss. He writhes and angles his hips as his aching arousal brushes against Gojo’s stomach. 

Gojo pants a laugh, grinning widely, “Are you saying I have a big cock, Suguru?” 

“I swear to god.”

“Sorry, sorry, but believe me, I know. You’ll be feeling good soon, baby, I promise,” he reassures, reaching between them to grip Geto’s cock and earning a surprised moan. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.” 

Geto exhales a deep, wobbly breath, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach as Gojo strokes him. He relaxes slightly, his hands slipping down to the man’s shoulders. “Okay, but go slow,” he answers and shudders at the feeling of Gojo pulling out. Gojo’s arm suddenly wraps around his waist, angling him up off of the bed just slightly, and he feels a shift immediately. 

“Oh, fuck!” He exclaims, his fingernails clawing into Gojo’s shoulders as he feels the stiff head of Gojo’s erection brush against his sweet spot as he pulls out. He fully melts into this pleasure, legs wrapping around the man’s waist. 

Gojo grins, half-lidded, and begins gentle thrusts into Geto, shuddering each time he does. He buries his face into Geto’s hair, smelling of patchouli and lavender, and huffs heavy, hot breaths into his ear. “Thank you… oh god, I love you so much,” he whispers, his words slurring as he continues to babble sweet nothings into Geto’s ear.

Geto moans from his throat, unintentionally, at each pass on his prostate. The grip of his legs tightens as he ruts and bucks against Gojo desperately. “Faster, harder,” he breathes. 

“You sure?” Gojo confirms. 

“Yeah,” Geto chokes out, his arms clinging tightly and scratches forming down Gojo’s back from his fingernails biting into ivory skin. Gojo delights in the searing heat across his shoulder blades, the evidence of Geto’s pleasure marking him like a tattoo. Geto continues, “I want everything… I need all of you.”

Gojo’s face grows hot, eyes wide and borderline manic. He obliges happily, the tight heat of Geto’s body enveloping him as his pleasure twists and aches. The sounds of skin slapping on skin are competing with guttural moans and groans from each of them, likely to receive yet another noise complaint from the neighbors, but neither of them can care at this point because it’s pure bliss. 

Geto moans, loudly next to Gojo’s ear, “Satoru- I’m close-” His breathing is shallow gasps timed with deep, fast thrusts. Gojo’s cock grinds against that sensitive area inside him over and over, Gojo’s hand still gripping him tightly, he’s drowning with stimulation inside and out. 

“I know… Me too,” Gojo practically sobs, his entire body shaking at this point. Hips slamming into Geto, he bites down on his shoulder to brace himself. Geto yelps, writhing against Gojo as he’s sent over the edge.

“Satoru,” he calls out, climaxing and clenching, jolting and tensing as he rides out his incredibly intense orgasm. Tears are welling in his eyes as he holds onto Satoru tightly. 

“Ah, I’m coming!” Gojo follows immediately at the quake of Geto’s orgasm squeezing him. He releases with a yell, filling Geto until he’s dripping. 

He collapses on top of Geto in an exhausted, sweaty crumple, his long limbs gelatin after his mind-shattering orgasm. He can’t bear to move, can’t even bear another thought in his head at this point. Geto’s eyes flutter shut, trying to catch his breath and return to earth. He doesn’t, though. He ends up passing out along with Gojo, sticky and spent and in heaven with his favorite person in his arms. 

Gojo sleeps for a full eight and a half hours that night for the first time in nearly a decade. 

The buzzing chatter surrounding Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto’s relationship faded quickly among the students. Yaga never brought it up again, nor did he ever actually intend to transfer either sorcerer to Kyoto. It became something everyone knew about and accepted. Gojo limited his public displays of affection on academy grounds (with slip-ups here and there). Even if he did share a quick kiss or hug with Geto, it was usually ignored by anyone who noticed, except for the first years, who always had either positive feedback - usually squealing coming from Nanako and Mimiko - or negative feedback - Megumi and Nobara pretending to gag. 

Regardless, their resounding love permeated any room they walked into together: in staff meetings, training students, on missions, their glow whenever near each other was unmistakable and unavoidable. It simply became a part of Jujustsu High’s culture. The more traditional higher-ups weren’t always happy about it, but then again, they were never happy with Gojo’s decisions anyway. And how could they jeopardize the strength of their academy by splitting the two most powerful sorcerers apart? 

Was it a conflict of interest? 

Possibly. 

Was it also the greatest thing to ever happen to Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School? 

Absolutely. 

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Pose

artist!hyunjin x model!minho

Trigger warnings: n/a

Content warnings: dirty talk, hand job, anal, mild exhibitionism, a touch of overstimulation, excessive use of the name 'baby'

Summary: hyunjin can't keep his hands to himself when his model gets worked up

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: hiiii all ❤ i'll keep this short lmao. i'm slowly but surely working my way through my requests! things feel a bit easier these days so i feel like i can actually get things completed for you all. i hope you all like it!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

Minho bit his lip pensively as he approached the studio door. Was he really about to do this? He knocked before he could talk himself out of it. Damned nerves always got to him.

The door swung open to reveal a tall, slender man with sharp features and luxurious dark hair. He was so pretty he sent all the air rushing out of Minho's lungs. “Minho, hi! It’s so good to finally meet you. Come on in. We’re just setting up.” Pouty lips tugged into a bright smile and Minho's knees turned to jelly for a moment as his heart thumped wildly in his chest.

He stepped inside with a small smile of his own and took in the setup as the beautiful man continued. “My assistant - well, you know Felix - already has everything together for hair and makeup. Once you finish up there, come back in here and we can start.” Minho nodded and took a steadying breath as the taller man led him to a room with a vanity, the desk covered in hair and makeup products, some of which he was familiar with, while others were entirely foreign.

Minho had been modeling for local artists for a couple years now but it never got easier. He always felt a rush of nerves every time he prepared to step in front of a camera or sit for a painting. It certainly didn’t help that Hyunjin was the most gorgeous man he’d ever laid eyes on and he was about to get extremely familiar with the older man.

“Oh, your complexion is just perfect - as always.” Felix said. “Come, let’s get you camera-ready.” He flashed an eager smile and Minho felt instantly at ease. Felix was someone he’d met several times and was rather comfortable with. They ran in the same circles and when the younger man had learned of Minho’s side job, he instantly brought up Hyunjin’s desperation for a model for an upcoming project. He’d connected the two men and today was the first time they were meeting in person.

“Are you okay? You seem kinda anxious.” Felix grabbed the rounded flat iron.

“Yeah I'm fine.” Minho hummed, trying to seem nonchalant. “I always get nervous before these things.”

“Why? You’re gorgeous. You were made for this.” Felix smiled warmly as he began to curl a strand of Minho's hair. The older man rolled his eyes even as a flattered smile spread across his face.

“I know I’m hot, Lix. It’s the expectations that get me worked up.” And this photographer’s face… “I’ll be fine once we get started and I know what he’s going for.”

“I told you: he’s looking for someone to let him paint them for a new exhibit piece. It’s simple.” Felix reminded him as he curled another strand.

“Yes,” he rolled his eyes once more, his smile growing wider at the playful exasperation he felt. Felix always got that reaction out of him. “But once I know the vibe of the shoot, it’ll go smoothly.”

“Well…” Felix bit his lip as he ran his fingers through the curls he’d already finished. Halfway there. “I guess I should warn you…he’s the sensual type. He’s walking sex and it shows in his work.”

“I have eyes, Lix. I can tell that much.” Minho snorted. After a beat, during which he looked around the room to ensure they weren’t being watched from the hall, he spoke again. “He’s hot. I wouldn’t mind things getting…heated.”

“He is. And he’s a-” Felix cut himself short, pink dusting his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “I shouldn’t say that.”

“Well now you have to tell me.” Minho grinned, taking note of how flustered the younger man appeared. “Have you two fucked?” The reddening of Felix's cheeks was his answer and his smirk grew even as something twisted in his chest. “Was he good?”

After a few moments of silence, Felix finally answered. “He’s a fucking beast in bed.” He admitted, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You should absolutely find out for yourself.”

“Maybe I will.” Minho hummed, his voice light and airy despite the heat that settled low in his belly.

The rest of Felix’s prep work went quickly, the two of them gossiping about much lighter topics as the younger man worked to enhance Minho’s natural beauty. It didn’t take much.

Within minutes, Minho was seating himself in front of Hyunjin, who already had several small cans of paint open. “And you’re sure you’re not allergic to anything?” He asked cautiously. He’d hate himself forever if he sent anyone to the hospital for the sake of his art, especially someone so perfect.

“Positive.” Minho hummed, shivering as the slight chill in the room caressed his bare chest. His jeans were slung low on his hips and he was shirtless, though he was certain he’d need to remove more clothing before they got started. “So I’m all yours to do with as you please.”

“Don’t tell me that. I might just have too much fun.” Hyunjin winked as he grabbed the first can of paint. “Is there any way I can get you to fully undress? This is going to get messy. Plus,” his grin was seductive and made Minho’s knees weak. “Nude art is always more fun.”

Minho paused and looked at Felix, who gave an eager nod and a thumbs up. “It’ll still be tasteful and not full on porn, right?” He asked, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice again. His chat with Felix had relaxed him a lot but the prospect of being entirely nude and having the image of his whole body captured for eternity made that calm dissipate. He wasn’t fond of the idea of having his dick on display for the whole world. Personal videos and photos? Sure. But something that would be heavily publicized? That was a step too far.

“Oh god no- I would never ask anyone to pose in entirely provocative ways. This is purely for the art. The most important parts will be covered, I promise.” Hyunjin rushed to assure him with a nervous smile of his own. He kept those photos and videos on a separate camera. This was purely for the aesthetic. Minho was built like a god and his physique deserved to be displayed.

With the reassurance that this was entirely professional, Minho stood from the stool he’d been perched on and reached for the button of his jeans. He ignored the weight of both men’s gazes on him as he shucked both his pants and his briefs. Thank god I took the time to shave last night…

Felix found himself staring and chewing on his lip at the sight of Minho’s impressive body but ignored the racy thoughts he was having. Instead, he took the clothes Minho had just removed and placed them aside, allowing Hyunjin to get started. Hyunjin, on the other hand, didn’t hide his admiration and made a small noise of appreciation as he dipped the brush into the paint.

“This is gonna be a little cold.” He warned before gliding the brush over Minho’s collarbone. The eldest sucked in a gasp at how chilly the paint was but forced himself to hold still. “I’m gonna come back and use my hands once I get the lines down, if that’s okay?”

“That’s fine.” Minho nodded, glancing down as Hyunjin dragged the brush in a straight line down the right side of his chest. “It’ll be warmer then.” He chuckled as he watched the lines of blue, then red, then pink and purple and green appear on his torso, followed by curved lines on his arms and legs. The feather-light touches were driving him up the wall but he did his best to remain composed.

That composure was lost when Hyunjin’s slender hands met his skin, smearing paint down his abs and muddying the pristine lines that had been left only moments prior. His breath hitched at the gentle touch, the slide of the younger man’s hands on his body lighting a fire beneath his skin. His face heated as his blood rushed south, causing Hyunjin’s hands to still. “Sorry…” He mumbled, embarrassed by the way his body reacted to something so small.

“It’s a natural reaction.” Hyunjin murmured, entirely distracted by just how perfect Minho’s body was. Every last inch of him was a gift from the heavens and he felt lucky to be feeling him up. “I’ll be quick.” He assured him, trying and failing to tear his eyes away from Minho’s stiffening cock, which strained with interest each time Hyunjin’s palms glided over a particularly sensitive area.

Felix watched with interest but his excitement at the scene was tamped out almost instantly with guilt. He shouldn’t have been fantasizing about what could happen between two of his best friends. It was his morbid sense of curiosity.

In an uncharacteristic burst of confidence, Minho scoffed and shook his head. “You’re learning all my tells before I get the chance to discover any of yours. How unfair.”

Hyunjin’s hands paused, his eyes locked on Minho’s messy chest as the air between them crackled with electricity. “Felix is watching.” His simple reminder brought Minho back to earth but didn’t ease the tension between them as his fingertips skimmed over the older man’s inner thighs. He took pride in the way Minho’s cock jumped, his own pants growing tight at the sight.

He didn’t bother to hide his excitement as he stood and backed away. “I think that’s about it. Let me add just a little more to your back and we’re good to go.”

“Can I see before we start?” Minho asked curiously. Was it a surprise?

“Of course.” Hyunjin smiled widely at the interest Minho was showing. “There’s a mirror just around the corner.” He gestured to a wall Minho had yet to pass by and the older man nodded, waiting patiently as warm hands danced across his back. One finger slid down his spine and he shuddered. Then Hyunjin was backing away, messy hands held up so as not to spread paint on his clothes. “Let me know what you think.”

Minho padded to the mirror, not bothering to hide his erection since they were all very aware of it by now. When he turned and looked over his shoulder, he let out a soft laugh. “I think you missed a spot.” He pointed out, taking in the lack of paint on his bare ass. There were a few strokes that dipped to the tops of his cheeks but other than that his ass was entirely devoid of color.

Hyunjin stepped around the corner and laughed immediately. “Looks like it.” He snorted and stepped closer, lifting his hands for emphasis. “May I?”

As soon as Minho nodded, Hyunjin’s large hands splayed across his ass, dragging the paint around in a sweeping motion as he fought the urge to knead his flesh. He admired his work as he stepped back, speaking again to break the tension he felt. “Turn for me.” He ordered in a gentle tone, checking to see if he’d missed anywhere else. “See anything else?”

“Maybe…here?” Minho gently grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist and guided his hand to his jaw. “And then drag down my throat?” The aesthetic of fingerprints on his jaw made his brain buzz in the most delightful way and he knew it’d look hot on camera.

“Perfect.” Hyunjin whispered as his grip tightened briefly before his fingers slid to wrap around Minho’s throat. Fuck I want to keep touching him, especially when his cock twitches like that…

“Then…are we ready?” Minho’s voice came out breathless and he suddenly hated how worked up he was. Sure it was a natural reaction like Hyunjin said, but it was bordering on humiliating being the only one naked and this turned on.

“We are. I’ll let Felix get you situated while I wash up.” He held his hands up once more and wiggled his fingers, wrinkling his nose adorably at the mess.

Felix, upon hearing his name, stepped around the corner with a curious expression. At the smiles he received, he led Hyunjin to the white canvas backdrop. “We’ll have you turn slightly to your left and sit down with your knees drawn up.” He instructed and Minho sat as he was told. “Perfect. When he comes back, I’ll get you to stretch your arms out in front of you and rest them on your knees.” Minho nodded and waited, biting back a grin at Felix's knowing expression. “Until then…isn’t his touch just…” His eyes rolled back and he let out a soft groan. “Perfect?”

“It’s actually embarrassing how hard I am.” Minho huffed out a laugh and looked away as his cheeks went a soft pink. “Is he always like that?”

��Pretty much.” The youngest shrugged, laughing at Minho’s pleasantly surprised expression. “Like I said: he’s a very sensual person and the tension is insane.” A mischievous grin took over his face and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe you’ll get a chance to find out just how sensual he can be.”

“Not as long as you’re here.” Minho laughed awkwardly. “There’s only so much I’ll do for an audience.”

“Aww you’re no fun.” Felix’s fake pout earned an eye roll and he burst into laughter, instantly settling down when Hyunjin rejoined them.

“I’m gonna do a few test shots and then we’ll get into it. Can you drape your arms like he showed you? And lay your head down, eyes on me.” Hyunjin hummed, snapping a few shots and taking a deep breath at how perfect even the tests came out.

Luckily for Minho, he started to calm down and no longer felt like he was seconds away from falling apart. Halfway through the shoot, Felix got a call and stepped out. With shutter clicks the only sound filling the air between them, Hyunjin spoke after a few awkward minutes. “How long have you been modeling?”

“About two years now.” Minho hummed, shifting his pose at the younger man’s instruction.

“And how often do you do nude work?” Something in him twisted with a touch of jealousy at the idea of anyone else seeing Minho’s perfect body.

“This would be the first time being fully nude in front of a camera.” He explained with a hint of shyness in his voice. “I’ve posed in underwear before but never fully naked.” Hyunjin gave a pleased hum but kept his expression neutral. “How about you? How long have you been a photographer?”

“Oh it’s been years since I started. I only recently started gallery work though. I was doing events until about a year ago.” His eyes sparkled as he spoke and Minho’s heart thumped in his chest. He loved when people talked about their passions. He loved seeing the way their eyes lit up.

“What was that like?” He watched as Hyunjin pulled the stool over and perched on the edge when he was told to.

“It was fun! It was a lot of fun.” God his smile…

“What made you shift your focus to gallery work then?” Now he was curious. Hyunjin glowed when talking about events so why would he stop doing them?

“I just felt like it was time for a change. It was fun but it came with a lot of stress and I needed a break from that.” He explained softly, smiling again as he stepped behind the camera. “But I’ve met so many wonderful people through this avenue as well. Beautiful people too.” The way his eyes raked over Minho’s bare form as he pressed his tongue into his cheek was entirely deliberate.

The older man flushed even as he tipped his head back under Hyunjin’s instruction. The gaze was so intense it felt like a caress against his skin and he felt himself getting worked up again. He moved so his arm covered his lap and Hyunjin took notice, smirking when he realized his compliment and subsequent ogling had the desired effect.

“I think I’ve got everything I need for now.” He hummed after several minutes of comfortable silence, striding over to where his personal camera was packed away in a bag. Minho felt a bubble of disappointment in his chest at the sudden change in Hyunjin’s demeanor.

“Would you like a more…personal session now?” He turned, lifting his camera from the bag. “For our eyes only.”

Minho’s breath caught in his throat at the way Hyunjin looked at him and he nodded before he even knew what he was agreeing to. Why did he suddenly feel like he’d made a deal with the devil?

“Perfect.” Hyunjin didn’t know if he was referring to Minho’s agreement or the man himself as he made his way back to the tripod. “Then…” he busied himself with changing out his equipment before speaking again. “Turn to your right.” He ordered, his pants tightening once more as Minho’s dick came into view. He bit his lip to hide his smile when the older man tried to cover himself. “Don’t hide. These photos are for you and no one else.”

Minho nodded slowly and forced himself to relax, trusting that Hyunjin wouldn’t lie about this. This was a bit out of his comfort zone but he was willing to try anything once.

“Touch yourself for me, Min.” Hyunjin’s voice came out rough this time as his own cock strained with interest at the mere thought of Minho pleasing himself.

Minho wrapped a shaky hand around his shaft and his lip caught between his teeth at the first tug. His heart hammered in his chest at the pleased noise he heard from behind the camera and he gave another pass, swiping his thumb over the head with a small gasp. He’d been with plenty of people but he’d never been so affected by simply being watched.

He didn’t notice Hyunjin disrobing as he set a steady pace until a warm chest met his back. “Fucking perfect, baby. I can’t help myself, I need to feel you.” Minho took whatever Hyunjin was trying to press into his palm, shivering when his other hand was pushed away from his dick for Hyunjin’s hand to take its place instead. “Press this button,” he guided Minho's thumb to the correct button on the remote. “When you wanna capture something. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Minho didn’t even get a chance to nod before Hyunjin started stroking his cock, his opposite hand roaming his chest and abs. Fire lit under his skin at the contact and his head tipped back to rest on the taller man’s shoulder, his free hand tangling in Hyunjin’s long, dark hair. “Hyunjin-” he gasped his name when his thumb dug into the slit, his hips jerking.

“Jinnie.” He corrected. He liked hearing the nickname in bed. It sounded pretty when people whimpered for him. “Just Jinnie.” His voice was smooth, like liquid butter, and it made Minho’s pulse ratchet up as he nodded.

His jaw dropped when Hyunjin squeezed on the upstroke and he snapped a photo as a tiny whimper slipped from his mouth. “Jinnie-” he whined softly, squirming against the younger man’s chest when his nipple was lightly pinched.

Minho had never been too particular about whether he topped or bottomed so the way his body was being manipulated wasn’t foreign, it was delightful. In fact, it was already shaping up to be the best he’d ever had and they’d only just started. This was solidified when Hyunjin spoke.

“You sound so pretty, Min. Like you were made to moan my name. You sure you didn’t come here just to fuck me?” Hyunjin’s groan made his dick twitch and he whined again, partially from embarrassment at his obvious reaction. “You respond so well, baby. So pretty and perfect. Can’t wait for you to take my cock.”

“Jinnie…” Minho whimpered his name, jaw dropping once more when he felt lips close around his earlobe. “Oh-”

“You sensitive there, baby?” The older man nodded shyly and Hyunjin chuckled against his skin. “How cute.” He cooed as he sped up, his grip tightening just enough for Minho to see stars.

They stayed like that, Hyunjin stroking Minho’s cock and feeling him up with his other hand while Minho snapped photos every time Hyunjin pulled a particularly strong reaction out of him, until the coil in Minho's belly tightened. “Jinnie ‘m close-” he warned, his voice breaking off in a moan as his hips jerked.

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess of the art I made earlier?” Minho nodded furiously, a soft whine tearing from his throat. The goading and cooing always got to him and Hyunjin was a master at it. “Then do it. Cum for me, baby.” He coached, swiping his thumb over the head on every upstroke until he felt the beginnings of Minho’s orgasm.

Minho repeatedly hit the button, snapping a series of photos as he came undone. Molten pleasure filled his veins and he let out a loud cry of Hyunjin’s name as he shuddered with delight. His voice was pathetic and didn’t remotely sound like him as he bit back a series of soft moans and whines, watching helplessly while Hyunjin milked every last drop of cum from him.

Minho forced himself to release his hold on Hyunjin’s hair and instead reached behind him to palm at the bulge pressing against his lower back. He pouted when his hand was pushed away, the need to feel more of the younger man becoming overwhelming. “Why?”

“Lay down.” Hyunjin ordered softly, releasing him and stepping back to give him room to comply. As Minho scrambled to lay on the floor, Hyunjin hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down his thighs. “Gonna fuck this pretty hole and make you scream for me. You want that?”

“So bad.” He nodded, eagerly accepting the two fingers Hyunjin pressed to his lips as he slotted himself between Minho's legs.

The younger man leaned down so his lips were right by Minho’s ear and opened his mouth to speak when a hand wrapped around his cock, pulling a low groan from him. “Shit, baby…” He pressed a tiny kiss to Minho's cheek in return before continuing, rocking his hips in time with the older man’s strokes. “You’re so eager. And fucking gorgeous. My fingerprints all over your body…I wish I could tattoo them on you so you’d never forget my touch.”

Oh, I won’t…

Minho let out a tiny moan in response, suppressing a gag when Hyunjin’s fingers pressed to the back of his throat. His grip tightened and his strokes sped up as he tried to finish Hyunjin before he got a chance to touch him. He wanted things to be entirely even. It was only fair.

All too soon, Hyunjin was pulling back and gently pushing Minho’s hand away.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I need more.” The taller man hummed, pulling his fingers from Minho's mouth.

“Please-” He whined when he felt Hyunjin press a finger to his entrance. “I need you.” He fought the urge to pout when he wasn’t immediately stuffed full.

“Yeah? How bad?” The smirk on Hyunjin’s face made Minho’s stomach fill with butterflies.

Is he going to make me beg? Oh, who cares. He’s fucking beautiful. Minho needed him. Needed more. He’d do anything to have him inside. “So bad, Jinnie. Feel like I'll die if I don’t have you inside me soon.” He was barely done speaking when a long finger pressed inside.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Gonna take me so well…” Hyunjin’s groan reignited the flames beneath Minho’s skin but he barely had a chance to comprehend his words before soft, pouty lips met his own. He reached between them once more, set on pleasing Hyunjin while he was being stretched, but his wrist was caught and pinned above his head.

His dick twitched at the sensation of being restrained and he let out a small sound, grinding down against Hyunjin’s fingers as another was added. The taller man’s tongue plundered his mouth the second he parted his lips and Minho made another sound as he sucked on Hyunjin’s tongue, earning a low growl in return.

Minho was quick to press the button again, capturing the moment in high definition. Hyunjin heard the click of the shutter and pulled back with a groan. “You’re killing me…” His lips tugged into a smirk. “Think you’re ready? I need to feel you.”

“So fucking ready, Jinnie.” Minho nodded eagerly, disappointment bubbling in his chest when Hyunjin pulled his hand away after scissoring his fingers one last time. He tamped it down when he felt the blunt head of the younger man’s cock pressing against his entrance.

“Last chance. You sure?”

“Just fuck me already, Hyunjin.” He demanded, the last syllable pitching upward in an embarrassing moan as he was filled in one swift move. It almost hurt how quickly Hyunjin pushed into him but that made him love it even more.

“Fucking hell- you’re so tight.” The taller man bit his pillowy bottom lip, his face dropping to Minho’s neck. He inhaled deeply, head spinning at his spicy vanilla scent. This must be what Heaven smells like… He held still, waiting for Minho to relax against him. The second he did, he’d rail him.

The sheer size of him almost made it difficult for Minho to adjust but after a few minutes, he tentatively rocked his hips, earning a hiss from the other man. As he turned his head in the hopes of kissing Hyunjin’s ear, a sharp thrust knocked a loud moan from him. “Jinnie-”

Hyunjin set an unforgiving pace, his hips snapping furiously. Each thrust drew out another sound from the gorgeous man beneath him and he was certain he’d become addicted to Minho’s noises if they continued like this. He pulled back to look down at him and bit his lip hard at the visual of his fingerprints on Minho’s jaw. His hands itched to wrap around the older man’s throat but he refrained.

“You look so fucking pretty, baby…” He praised, watching as Minho’s jaw went slack and his head tipped back. He couldn’t help but pinch a paint-covered nipple, his dick throbbing at the whimper his actions elicited. “Sound pretty too.”

Minho’s cheeks flamed at the compliments and he had to fight the urge to hide his face in Hyunjin’s neck. Instead, he snapped another photo. The sound of the camera was the last straw for Hyunjin and he let out a soft growl as he tangled a fist in Minho's hair. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, Min.”

Instantly, Minho was scrambling to tug Hyunjin’s free hand towards his throat. “Please.” He whispered before sucking in a gasp as Hyunjin hit his most sensitive point. “Please-” He begged louder this time, frantically trying to wrap Hyunjin’s fingers around his throat.

“Filthy boy…” A dark smile took over Hyunjin’s face as he closed his hand around Minho’s throat, hips working faster, if that was possible. As soon as the younger man’s grip tightened, Minho shuddered in delight and snapped another photo.

“Kiss me.” He whispered, whimpering loudly a moment later at the rough thrust that hit his prostate deliciously. Hyunjin obliged with no hesitation, squeezing Minho’s throat harder and making his head spin at the lack of blood circulation. It was perfect.

Hyunjin’s teeth grazed Minho’s lip before he bit down and tugged back, groaning when the older man clenched around him. He was getting close and that almost did him in. He pulled back briefly to warn Minho. “Careful, baby. You don’t want to finish me just yet.”

Oh but he did. Minho was teetering right on the edge already and he wanted to be filled to the brim with cum. He needed it. “Jinnie ‘m close-” he warned breathlessly.

“Already? How cute.” Minho whined at his mocking tone, groaning when they locked lips again. He wouldn’t ask permission to cum but he’d still wanted some sort of acknowledgement beyond taunting.

Minho felt the knot in the pit of his belly begin to unravel and laid on the remote, snapping as many photos as he could. His moans pitched upward and his eyes rolled back as he came undone, his back arching off the floor as the full force of his orgasm hit him.

Even as he came down from his high, Hyunjin didn’t give him a break. He pulled out and took their cocks in one hand, stroking them together. The overstimulation was almost painful for the older man as a third orgasm was ripped from his body.

When Minho was a boneless puddle on the floor, Hyunjin finally relented. “One more, baby. Can you do that for me? Can you gimme one more?”

“J- ah- just one-” Minho bit his lip hard as tears built behind his eyes. He could feel another orgasm coming and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. He needed a break from the onslaught of pleasure. But he also wanted to please Hyunjin and that desire had won out, all other needs washed away by the sweat that dropped onto his skin from the younger man’s chin.

“Good boy.” Hyunjin’s voice came out strained as his orgasm approached. He’d been holding back for a while now, wanting to play with Minho a while longer. But when he saw his face going red as tears welled in his eyes, he knew it was time to give him a break. “Where do you want it, baby?”

Minho debated in his head. Did he want to wear it? Or would he prefer to have it all inside? He hesitated a moment too long because the choice was ripped from him a few seconds later. Ropes of hot cum decorated his already-messy stomach and his body trembled with his own orgasm at the sensation.

“Jinnie-” He cried the taller man’s name as he came for the fourth and final time, his whole body burning. Tears finally spilled from his eyes, though it was short-lived as they quickly dried. His thighs trembled and his chest heaved. He let out a disapproving whine when Hyunjin pulled away but quickly silenced himself when he realized he was going for the camera.

“Just a few more shots, hmm?” Hyunjin grinned lazily as he carefully took the camera from its place on the tripod before padding back over to where Minho still lay in a heap on the floor. “I want you to see how pretty you look from my point of view.” He explained as he settled back between Minho’s legs, urging them around his hips.

Minho couldn’t hide his tiny smile as Hyunjin snapped a series of photos, making sure to capture the paint and cum decorating his stomach. He couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed about being fully nude on camera as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasms. It felt…right.

After a few minutes of photos, Hyunjin carefully placed the camera on the stool and collapsed beside Minho. “That was fucking amazing.” The older man nodded in agreement, turning on his side to face Hyunjin, who now had a mischievous grin on his face. “What are the chances you’ll come model for me again soon?”

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In Every Winter Night, Part 3. (Marry My Husband fanfic)

Author's note: Don't read this in the office. Be strong. Just like Ji Hyuk has to be strong.

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Ji Hyuk

“I didn’t wear a bra today.”

Ji Hyuk gulped. His eyes darted around his office wildly, then to her empty seat at her desk, then back to the text on his phone. This week’s physical intimacy agreement was for the chest… ‘area’, without being too specific about it. He just hadn’t expected her to take it quite so seriously today. It was still Friday, and only 9 a.m. at that. 

They’d only just waved each other goodbye a moment ago, at the usual drop off corner. He remembered her wearing a coat, and beneath that a black suit jacket with a matching pencil skirt. Which had already given him ideas, since the skirt was tight to her knees and made her swaying hips far more pronounced. Under that suit jacket was a… he struggled a bit as he wasn’t in the habit of documenting his girlfriend’s clothes. Oh yes, it was a white, collared shirt of some soft material. The collar had two long ribbons trailing down the front. 

“Wait. Did you not wear a bra at all, or did you just —?, he typed, before hurriedly deleting it. Maybe he misunderstood.  She had seemed fully clothed this winter morning. He went for the safe route. 

“Um… what do you mean? Exactly.”

Three dots hopped mischievously on his screen. Then stopped. Then started again. Then nothing. 

He wanted to throw the phone at the wall, but that might mean he couldn’t get an answer. He looked up to check, and no, she definitely wasn’t at her desk. 

He grabbed the phone again and started typing again, “Be preci—” before a knock rapped smartly at the door. He fumbled and dropped the phone, and it hit the carpet under his desk with a soft thump. He glanced once at the texting screen, once at the door, and clearing his throat, growled “Enter!”.

Manager Park’s face peeked in. She looked wary at his growl, and he could tell the older lady was confused. 

“Director-nim, may I talk to you about the fusion food campaign please?”

Ji Hyuk nodded tersely. While Manager Park came in, and prepared to sit, he took the chance to glance at his phone on the ground. It had landed face up, but the screen was disappointingly dark. Where was she and what was she doing?

“What do you think, Director-nim?”

He looked at Manager Park. There was a question? Had she already asked it?

“Er. Yes?” he hazarded. As guesses go, his chances of being right were 50-50. But if he said no, she might stay longer and he needed to get back to his phone and find Ji Won. 

“Really?” Manager Park’s face was confused. Ji Hyuk’s heart sunk. 

“We’ll go with what makes sense to you then, Manager Park. I trust you, and nowIhavetogopleaseexcuse me.”

Manager Park nodded uncertainly. Then she got up and turned to the door. Behind her Ji Hyuk dove under his desk to get the phone. To her shock he brushed past her, wrenched open the door and left before she could. She stared after him, watching his long strides eat up the space between the office and the elevators. She nodded in understanding. Director-nim was a busy man. 

Ji Hyuk leapt into the elevators and hit the button for the roof top. At the next floor some colleague got in. They exchanged quick nods. Ji Hyuk was quite proud of his civilized response. 

Then his phone buzzed and he peeked at it. A text. Ji Won. But he didn’t dare open it, not with someone else present. Not until he had some privacy to go apeshit crazy. The colleague got off and he sighed in relief. 

Finally, the doors opened for the rooftop and he stepped out into the weak winter sunshine. He looked around, and no one else was there. With trepidation, he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen. 

“It’s what you think it means.”

Goddamnit, woman!

He groaned and muttered into his hand. To say that his cock was throbbing would be an understatement. His entire body was paying attention. His heart raced, and he was sweating. He white-knuckled his phone and tried to battle the memories of her sweet, tender skin and how she had felt under his exploring fingers. During the session with her backless dress, it had taken every ounce of self-control he had not to reach forward and cup her. He’d spent a frantic 5 minutes after that in the shower, relieving himself while imagining the taste, color and mouth-watering perkiness of her nipples. What was she was doing to him? How was he supposed to respond? The physical intimacy of the past few weeks had been good, no phenomenal, with no sign of returning fears for her. But a good manager practiced cautious optimism. 

Then another awful thought occurred to him. What if other people knew? What if other men saw something? He went from sweaty hot to clammy cold. His fingers shook as he typed.

“Keep your jacket on…please.”

“Of course,” she said, right behind him. 

The phone fell from his numb fingers. Again. 

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Ji Won

She couldn’t help but smile when she saw his reaction. It was exactly what she had wanted, exactly how she imagined he would react when she hatched up her idea today. She’d been putting her tiny rosé studs on in the mirror this morning, and the long fluttering ribbons around her collar had floated just so around her breasts. Their weight was featherlight, and still she had felt them, even through the cups of her bra. Her nipples were extremely sensitive lately, and she knew exactly why. They had been aching, aching for Ji Hyuk’s hands on them. Even just thinking it made her tingle. 

Three date nights later, three long, breathless, make-out sessions later, and she was wondering how Ji Hyuk had so much self-control. Every time it was him who suggested they stop. Every time, she would agree demurely, reluctant to show how much she wanted him to keep going. She was feeling shy, feeling exposed, and he had been probably right to call it each time. Each time, she had been amazed at how different she felt from before. How much his desire and roaming hands didn’t make her want to freeze up and just escape. How the dim echoes of you frigid bitch never seemed to be connected to what Ji Hyuk and her did. The insults she had endured from her ex just did not seem to apply to their panting, heated lovemaking. Each time they had gone a bit further, from shoulders, to arms, to one unforgettable night involving the backless dress she had worn to her reunion. 

But it was now a month since they started dating and her body was officially starting to go haywire. The slightest brush against her own bra as she put it on, and she would whimper and think of Ji Hyuk’s hands on her. It got a bit ridiculous when she bumped into the edge of her table one night, and the radiating pain made her imagine his hand gripping her hips, and how his long, strong fingers might soothe the pain away. Deeply-ingrained restrictions made it hard for her to ask Ji Hyuk outright to do more, but perhaps there were other ways. And so, her foolhardy mind had cooked up this scheme, which, thankfully, just might be working. 

Ji Hyuk’s eyes were moving around and staring at everything except her. More precisely, he was studiously not examining her chest “area”. Ji Won wanted to laugh, if things weren’t quite so desperate. 

Ji Hyuk kept his eyes focused somewhere near her right ear. It was to her right earring that he directed his next words.

“Uhm…,” he waved vaguely in the direction of her jacket, “you have your jacket on. Good. Good.”

“Yes, I do. It’s a winter day and it gets cold up here.”

“Yes. Well,” Ji Hyuk seemed to be struggling for words. “Do you have anything else on?”

Ji Won couldn’t help it, she blushed, even though she’d told herself she’d be cool about seducing her own man. The bloom deepened on her cheeks and she clasped her cold hands to them, trying to tone it down. The heat kept going, and it seeped down, down her chest, warming her breasts, making the tips pulse and tingle as if Ji Hyuk had been caressing them already. But along with it came a rising excitement, an anticipation that she had never felt before. She wanted this. She wanted him. 

The intensity of that thought was surprising. But she felt it, she felt her ownership of her desire and the power that claiming it gave her. Previously, physical intimacy had been a thing the man wanted. Ji Won had never experiencing wanting it herself, for herself. The growing conviction that gave her made her straighten her spine and she slowly unclasped her cheeks. 

She took a step nearer to him, lifting her chin in an unconsciously seductive pose. Ji Hyuk was forced to look directly at her and he seemed mesmerized. Holding his eyes, she unbuttoned the two buttons holding her jacket together. She slipped the left side of her jacket down, and held it there, coquettishly showing nothing more than one shirt-clad shoulder. She glanced at it.

Ji Hyuk’s eyes darted to where she was looking, as she’d meant him to. At first he looked confused, then his widening eyes told her she’d made her point. The white shirt was slightly opaque, and in that opaque whiteness, she knew Ji Hyuk could see no bra strap. No whiter line bisected her shoulder. 

“Nghf. Grsn.” 

The sounds that escaped Ji Hyuk were the most delightful things Ji Won had ever heard from him. His jaw hung open, and he was working his throat to say something, but no human word escaped. 

She shrugged her jacket back on and buttoned it right back up. 

“Right, Director-nim. Time to get back to work. Can’t be slacking off during the day!” She peeked at his stunned face from under her eyelashes. 

Then she spun on one toe and sauntered back to the rooftop access door and to the elevators. Ji Hyuk didn’t move, and he didn’t follow her. 

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Ji Hyuk. 

He stared at his calendar. It was 4pm, and time for Marketing’s all-team meeting. She would be there. She, and her bold, seductive self, the one he had never met before this day. How was he going to get through the meeting without ogling her and creating an HR issue? Because, if any man even came near her today, he’d take them down, with violent pleasure. In fact, he almost wished it, just to have an outlet for this turbulence.

He was unaccustomed to this sense of irrational possessiveness. Something ferocious churned under his skin, and his hands fisted at idea of any other man coming close to her. Even on the judo mat he had never been like this. His fighting style had always been methodical, analytic, unrushed. 

As it was, he’d barely survived the day, and that was by studiously avoiding her, avoiding looking at her if she were nearby. But now, he had a meeting to chair, and she was PRESENTING the latest numbers. There was no escaping this one.

At 3.55pm, he stood up heavily. Gathering up his note pad (he never took a laptop, because it distracted him from the details), and pen, he resignedly made his way to the meeting room. Ji Won would be the death of him. When the disciplinary letter from HR came, he’d planned to just admit to everything and quit. Career, schmareer.

Because nothing,  nothing, was better than being seduced by Kang Ji Won. 

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Forever theirs redone

Chapter 3 normal day at work

Warning: smut, implied kidnapping/killing

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Dead dove do not eat.

"I know about edge-"

"-and I'm so sorry," he says.

"...what?" I ask it took a moment before I realized what he said. "how?" I asked trying to sit up but Finn stopped me. "it's just how being an incubus works I know if someone has had sex with an incubus and I know how many times," he says pausing for a moment so I could think about what was just said.

"he left without saying anything didn't he?" he asks hesitantly. I try my best to stop the tears from flowing but they do anyways. "yeah" I say shortly knowing if I say anymore I'll start to sob. He nods his head understandingly and leans in giving me another hug. It's warm and comforting but I can't help the gut-wrenching feeling something bad was gonna happen.

He held me for a bit before speaking again. "a lot of incubi don't like to get attached to 'clients' because most of us hate the idea of settling down. But, the way he handled it was so fucking wrong" he spoke clearly pissed off and putting air quotes around the word client. It was like he really cared but the feeling in my stomach didn't stop.

Then he leaned in as if he was going to kiss me. My heart started to race in the wrong kind of way. Just as I went to pull away I felt his lips connect with my cheek. Thank god for that. "I'm so sorry y/n," he said as he wiped tears off of my face that I hadn't realized had fallen. The feeling in my stomach faded as I watched him get up. I wasn't sure if it was because I trusted him more now or because he was leaving.

He left without a word and I felt more tears fall. My attention returns to my thumping headache and I roll over to my side and fall asleep, hoping it will be gone when I wake up.

It was gone when I woke up. I went back to work and lived my life normally. Except for the fact that Finn didn't stop. He was constantly popping up and groping me. I was in the middle of a meeting today and halfway through I felt my panties get pulled aside and a tongue was suddenly on my clit. He edged me three times and when the meeting finished he disappeared.

I'm still at work and then I get called to my boss's office. I pray to god it's not about the meeting and that she didn't notice anything.

I knock on the door and hear an Irish voice tell me to come in. I open the door and I am met with not my boss but Finn Balor. I rush into the room and shut the door behind me to avoid balor being spotted. He's sitting in her chair. "what are you doing here?" I whisper yell. "no one can hear us I soundproofed this room," he says avoiding my question.

"my boss will be back any minute," I say in a normal tone. "I can assure you that she won't," he says getting up from where he sat.

He walked over to me and pressed me against the door reaching next to me and locking it. He presses his lips against mine and for a second I forget I'm at work.

"you sure no one can hear us?" I ask pulling away slightly before being pulled back in. "I'm sure," he says before making our lips collide again. He puts his hands on my waist and guides me to the desk. Removing one hand from my waist to knock everything on the desk to the floor. "Finn!" I pull away to tell him off but he shows no reaction and pushes me lightly onto the desk. He straddles me and leans in kissing my neck. "just say yes" he mumbles into my neck. I think for a moment. "yes" he smiles wildly against my neck.

He pulls away from my neck and rips my skirt and panties off. "Finn!" I yell I'm barely halfway through my shift. "I'll take you home but we're not leaving until the end of the day," he says unbuckling his belt. He pulls his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He moves positions into missionary and without warning enters me fully. I moan loudly and he groans at the feeling of my cunt wrapped around him tightly.

He starts off slow but increases to an unbelievably fast pace. He reaches down and starts to play with my clit. Rubbing gentle circles into it. I let out the most pornographic moan I have ever heard. Finns chuckles at my reaction and leans in to kiss me. His tongue glides against my bottom lip and I part my lips to let him in.

I feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter. "fuck" I stutter out. "you gonna cum for me baby?" Finn asks whispering in my ear. "yes, fuck fuck fuck" I moan. "wait for me princess" he says speeding up. It has been so long since I've had an orgasm and I can barely hold on. "I don't think I can," I say my walls squeezing him tight.

"I'll stop is that what you want? Huh?" he asks and I shake my head on the brink of an orgasm but I hold on. Only a few seconds later "cum for me, angel" he says before cumming inside me. I finally get to finish. He stays inside of me for a moment. I am over come with the best feeling of my life. I wish i could say i have never felt it before but that would be a lie. Not a single thought pops into my head as i lay on my boss's desk panting. I forget where i am for what feels like eternity before finn starts to thrust into me again. "holy shit" I curse, extremely sensitive. His fingers return to my clit. "too much" I mutter trying to push him off. He grabs my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head.

We spent the rest of my shift in my boss's office as he said. He also took me home just not to mine

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